three o'clock in the afternoon
He felt now completely cut off from the cankerous life which had been so deliberately eating its way into his philosophy . Could it be possible that clothes did in some mysterious way make the man ? Would his unkempt beard and gaping shoes and tattered clothing have kept him nearer the path of violence ? A little after three o'clock in the afternoon a man came to the door and handed Storch a carefully wrapped package . They did not exchange a word . Storch took the package and stowed it away in a corner , covering it with a ragged quilt . `` That is the bomb ! ''