about ten o'clock
`` Joe Poog do n't take finger bets for hundreds , and Trimmer never did bet that way . He 's a born welsher , anyhow . He looks the part , and I just want to tell you , Bobby , that if you go to the mat with this crab you 'll get up with the marks of his pinchers on your windpipe ; that 's all . '' Early the next morning -- that is , at about ten o'clock -- Bobby bounced energetically into the office of Barrister and Coke , where old Mr. Barrister , who had been his father 's lawyer for a great many years , received him with all the unbending grace of an ebony cane . `` I have come to find out who were the trustees appointed by my father , Mr. Barrister , '' began Bobby , with a cheerful air of expecting to be informed at once , `` not that I wish to inquire about the estate , but that I need some advice on entirely different matters . '' `` I shall be glad to serve you with any legal advice that you may need , '' offered Mr. Barrister , patting his finger-tips gently together . `` Are you the trustee ? ''