eleven
o'clock
` My business will not keep till to-morrow , ' answered an oily voice in a slightly foreign accent . At the very first syllables the lady rose quickly to her feet , and resting one hand on the table she leant forward in the direction of the door , with an expression that was at once eager and anxious , and yet quite fearless . ` What you call your business is going to wait my convenience , ' said Mr. Van Torp . ` You 'll find me here to-morrow morning until eleven o'clock . ' From the sounds the lady judged that the American now attempted to shut the door in his visitor 's face , but that he was hindered and that a scuffle followed . ` Hold him ! ' cried the oily voice in a tone of command .