eleven o'clock
`` To-morrow ? '' Norvin echoed , faintly . `` Yes . He 's sailing on the _ Philadelphia _ at eleven o'clock -- no stops between here and New York . They 'll be waiting for Narcone at Quarantine . '' `` I 'm glad -- it 's time to do something . '' Donnelly rubbed his palms together and showed his teeth in a smile , `` Corte says he 'll have him at the Cromwell Line docks without fail , so that will save us grabbing him on the street and holding him until sailing time .