Twenty-five past eleven
The stranger passed along the connecting corridor , carrying a small bundle of clothes wrapped in a shawl of many colours ! ... An hour later , the train from Châlons arrived at Paris , ten minutes behind time . Directly he stood on the platform the traveller looked at his watch . `` Twenty-five past eleven ! I can do it ! '' He jumped into a taxi , giving his orders : `` Rue Saint Dominique -- Ministry of War ! ... and quick ! ''