ten o’clock
`` About six o'clock this morning . '' Langhetti read it over and over . The news that it contained filled his mind . It was not yet ten o'clock . He would not take any breakfast , but went out at once , jumped into a cab , and drove off to Red Lion Street . Giovanni Cavallo 's office was in a low , dingy building , with a dark , narrow doorway . It was one of those numerous establishments conducted and supported by foreigners whose particular business it is not easy to conjecture .