eleven o'clock
Torrence and Clint saw no more of him until bedtime . Then his questions met only with more chuckles and evasion . The result did not appear until two days later , which brings our tale to the forenoon of that unlucky Thursday preceeding the Southby contest . Mr. Moller 's class in Physics 2 met at eleven o'clock that morning . Physics was an elective course with the Fifth Form and a popular one , many of the fellows taking it only to fill out their necessary eighteen hours a week . Mr. Moller , attired as usual with artistic nicety , sat in his swivel chair , facing the windows , and drummed softly on the top of the desk with immaculate finger-tips and waited for the class to assemble . Had he been observing the arriving students instead of the tree-tops outside he might have noticed the peculiar fact that this morning , as though by common consent , the students were avoiding the first two rows of seats nearest the platform .