eleven o'clock
The rest of the day he passed with Schrotter , who found the parting very hard to bear . Bhani , whom they had acquainted with the matter , had tears in her beautiful dark eyes -- the last remnant of youth in the withered face . And as he left the dear familiar house in the Mittelstrasse she begged him -- translating the Indian words plainly enough by looks and gestures -- to accept an amulet of cold green jade as a remembrance of her . That night at eleven o'clock a slow train bore Wilhelm away from Berlin . At the station he caught sight of the face of his old friend Patke , whom he had come across more than once during that day . The former non-commissioned officer had apparently reached the goal of his ambitions and become a private detective . Schrotter had stood on the step of the carriage till the very last moment , holding his friend 's hand .