ten minutes past eleven
Would the door be opened by a stolid footman or by some frigid maidservant who would coldly inform us that `` Mr. Gastrell was not at home '' ; or should we be shown in , and , if we were shown in , what excuse would Jack Osborne make for calling so late at night ? I can not say that I felt in the least anxious , however , for Osborne is a man who has knocked about the world and seen many queer sides of life , and who never , under any circumstances , is at a loss how to act . I glanced at my watch as our taxi turned into Maresfield Gardens . It was ten minutes past eleven . At the house indicated half-way up the hill the taxi suddenly pulled up . Osborne got out and pressed the electric bell-push . As I looked up at the windows , I noticed that nowhere was any light visible .