two o'clock
It was in the waste-paper basket among some old bills , a torn letter , some half smoked cigarettes , and a twisted copy of that afternoon 's _ Call _ . Bothwell had thrust it down among this junk because he shrewdly guessed a waste-paper basket the last place one would likely look for a valuable chart . To deprive him of it seemed a pity , so we merely made a copy of what we wanted and left him the original buried again in the junk where he had hidden it . My watch showed that it was now between one and two o'clock . Since Bothwell might now be back at any time we retired to Blythe 's room and _ learned by heart _ the torn fragment of directions . This did not take us long for there was nothing on the faded corner but these letters and words : wh 12 Take Forked till Tong of west to Big Rock In the milkman hours we slipped from the hotel and took a car for the Graymount . My rooms were a sight .