four o'clock
`` You are not even an idle apprentice , '' he said good-humoredly . `` You will see Mr. Rex Holland for me ? '' `` Certainly , '' said Frank , and went back to his desk deep in thought . It was four o'clock to the minute when Jasper Cole passed through the one open door of the bank at which the porter stood ready to close . He was well , but neatly , dressed , and had hooked to his wrist a thin snakewood cane attached to a crook handle . He saw Frank across the counter and smiled , displaying two rows of even , white teeth . `` Hello , Jasper ! ''