five A.M
`` Do n't talk about it , for I do n't know how much either of us knows or our chief wants us to know , but Governor Williamson Faulkner is a man of honor and I 'd stake my life on that . He 's being pushed hard and -- Gee ! Here we are at the General 's and I can smell Kizzie 's cream gravy with my mind 's nose . I understand that your father was the last Henry Carruthers of five born up in the old mahogany bedstead that the General inhabits between the hours of one and five A.M. . Some shack , this of the General 's , is n't it ? Nothing finer in the State . '' And as he spoke that Mr. Buzz Clendenning stopped the car before the home of my Uncle , the General Robert , and we alighted from it together .