one o'clock
I must tell you how I came to be in Nashville , and I assure you the digression brings as much tedium to me as it does to you . I was traveling elsewhere on my own business , but I had a commission from a Northern literary magazine to stop over there and establish a personal connection between the publication and one of its contributors , Azalea Adair . Adair -LRB- there was no clue to the personality except the handwriting -RRB- had sent in some essays -LRB- lost art ! -RRB- and poems that had made the editors swear approvingly over their one o'clock luncheon . So they had commissioned me to round up said Adair and corner by contract his or her output at two cents a word before some other publisher offered her ten or twenty . At nine o'clock the next morning , after my chicken livers _ en brochette _ -LRB- try them if you can find that hotel -RRB- , I strayed out into the drizzle , which was still on for an unlimited run . At the first corner I came upon Uncle Cæsar .