about eleven o'clock
`` My soul ! '' was all the answer he made . Then he turned and walked out . At about eleven o'clock I was half-way through the addition of a column of figures when I heard some one say , `` Well , by time ! '' with such anguished fervor that it was almost like a prayer for help . I looked up . Lute Rogers was staring in at me , open-mouthed and horror-stricken .