six o'clock
Old man Chapman must be crazy . '' He took out his pyjamas and threw them on the bed ; put his toothbrush and razor on the wash-basin , laid hairbrushes and O. Henry on the bureau . Feeling rather serio-comic he loaded his small revolver and hipped it . It was six o'clock , and he wound his watch . He was a little uncertain what to do : whether to keep a vigil at the window with the opera glasses , or go down in the street where he could watch the bookshop more nearly . In the excitement of the adventure he had forgotten all about the cut on his scalp , and felt quite chipper . In leaving Madison Avenue he had attempted to excuse the preposterousness of his excursion by thinking that a quiet week-end in Brooklyn would give him an opportunity to jot down some tentative ideas for Daintybits advertising copy which he planned to submit to his chief on Monday .