about ten o'clock
Old Trainard had now been hidden within the walls of Héberville for something like four weeks . The Goussots continued their search as doggedly and confidently as ever , but with daily decreasing hope , as though they were confronted with one of those mysterious obstacles which discourage human effort . And the idea that they would never see their money again began to take root in them . * * * * * One fine morning , at about ten o'clock , a motor-car , crossing the village square at full speed , broke down and came to a dead stop . The driver , after a careful inspection , declared that the repairs would take some little time , whereupon the owner of the car resolved to wait at the inn and lunch . He was a gentleman on the right side of forty , with close-cropped side-whiskers and a pleasant expression of face ; and he soon made himself at home with the people at the inn . Of course , they told him the story of the Goussots .