five o'clock
He did not know what to do or where to go . Only one shelter lay open to him . Should he go back to Storch ? Finally , toward five o'clock , he found himself standing upon the corner of California and Montgomery streets , watching the tide of office workers flooding homeward . A truant animation was flaming them briefly . Familiar face after familiar face passed , lighted with the joy of sudden release from servitude . Fred Starratt was curiously unmoved .