nine o'clock
`` Mr. Jack Rogers was here this morning inquiring for you . He drove up in his tilbury , and said he was on his way to Plymouth . But he left this note . '' I took it and deciphered these words , scrawled in an abominable hand : `` Meet me to-night , nine o'clock , at the place where we parted . J. R. '' `` Was Mr. Rogers going to Plymouth ? '' I asked . `` Yes , and in a hurry , by the pace he was driving . ''