sixteen minutes to five
I 've always taken care that he had no money in his pockets . '' But what is a doctor 's care against a woman 's heart ? For many to-morrows Clankwood had to lament the loss of the gifted Francis Beveridge . At sixteen minutes to five Mr Beveridge stood by the side of the Clankwood Avenue , comfortably wrapped in Dr Escort 's fur coat , and smoking with the greatest relish one of Dr Escott 's undeniable cigars . It was almost dark , the air bit keen , the dim park with its population of black trees was filled with a frosty , eager stillness . All round the invisible wall hemmed him in , the ten pounds , seventeen shillings , and sixpence lay useless in his pocket till that was past , and his one hope depended on a woman . But Mr Beveridge was an amateur in the sex , and he smiled complacently as he smoked .