three o'clock
As the lawyer found this highly remunerative , it was only natural that he had no desire to lose Mr. Jeffries as a client . Secluded in his private office , the judge was busy at his desk , finishing a letter . He folded it up , addressed an envelope , then lit a cigar and looked at the time . It was three o'clock . The day 's work was about over and he smiled with satisfaction as he thought of the automobile ride in the park he would enjoy before dressing and going to his club for dinner . He felt in singularly good spirits that afternoon . He had just won in the court a very complicated case which meant not only a handsome addition to his bank account , but a signal triumph over his legal opponents .