eight o’clock
Trade was far from brisk , and the vendor of prophecies filled in his spare time by opening car doors , for which menial service he collected one three-penny bit and several sixpences . This commercial optimist was still haunting the courtyard of the hotel at a time when a very handsome limousine pulled up beside the curb and a sprucely attired Hindu stepped out . One who had been in the apartments of Ormuz Khan must have recognized his excellency 's private secretary . Turning to the chauffeur , a half-caste of some kind , and ignoring the presence of the prophet who had generously opened the door , `` You will return at eight o'clock , '' he said , speaking perfect and cultured English , `` to take his excellency to High Claybury . Make a note , now , as I shall be very busy , reminding me to call at Lower Claybury station for a parcel which will be awaiting me there . '' `` Yes , sir , '' replied the chauffeur , and he touched his cap as the Hindu walked into the hotel . The salesman reclosed the door of the car , and spat reflectively upon the pavement .