a quarter after
eight
There was a moment of stillness , and then from behind the long curtains at the window came the sound of hysterical weeping . Moxlow , utterly dazed by his partner 's confession , looked again at the clock on the mantel . Fifteen minutes had passed . It was a quarter after eight . His brows contracted as if he were trying to recall some half forgotten engagement . Suddenly he turned , comprehendingly , to Montgomery . `` My God !