nearly one o'clock
`` You 'd be a different man inside a week . So long . '' The watcher by the gate was smiling pleasantly to himself as Richard turned away . It was nearly one o'clock when his wanderings brought him back to the neighbourhood of Piccadilly . He had spent the intervening hours , with little enough success , at the labour bureau in Westminster . From there he had walked across the Mall and found an empty bench under the trees in Green Park looking up Park Lane . He had hardly seated himself when he saw a man come out of a big doorway opposite and hurry eastward in the direction of Piccadilly Circus .