five o'clock in the evening
It was destined to a crescendo . Guildea had left London on a Thursday . On a Thursday he returned , having previously sent a note to Father Murchison to mention that he was leaving Westgate at a certain time . When his train ran in to Victoria Station , at five o'clock in the evening , he was surprised to see the cloaked figure of his friend standing upon the grey platform behind a line of porters . `` What , Murchison ! '' he said . `` You here !