five o'clock
Take a cab . '' A heavy , deep voice from inside said : `` Right you are . '' And with a click we were in the blackness again , and striding after the striding stranger through a labyrinth of London lanes , the lights just helping us . It was only five o'clock , but winter and the fog had made it like midnight . `` This is really an extraordinary walk for the patent-leather boots , '' I repeated . `` I do n't know , '' said Basil humbly . `` It leads to Berkeley Square . ''