5:30
That 's better than sweating over that ` Bronze Gent , ' now is n't it ? '' The magnitude of my winnings nearly took my breath , and I fear that my expression and words showed it . `` You 'll have to get out of here now , Smith , '' said Mr. Harding , glancing at his watch . `` Take the folks for a ride or something to entertain them , and come back here at 5:30 . Then we 'll all go to dinner somewhere and take the nine o'clock train for Woodvale . '' For an hour I have been seated at a table on the veranda of the Woodvale club house looking over the pages of this diary . Certainly I am entitled to a new sobriquet .