seven o'clock
There 's the text of Wilson 's speech to Congress this morning . '' Aubrey shook his head dismally , and leaned his hot forehead against the pane . Neither of them spoke again until they reached Manhattan Transfer , where they changed for the Hudson Terminal . It was seven o'clock when they hurried out of the subway terminus at Atlantic Avenue . It was a raw , damp evening , but the streets had already begun to bustle with their nightly exuberance of light and colour . The yellow glitter of a pawnshop window reminded Aubrey of the small revolver in his pocket . As they passed a dark alley , he stepped aside to load the weapon .