eight o'clock
By ! '' * * * * * `` What a life ! '' Mr. Vandeford muttered to himself , then rang his buzzer for Mr. Adolph Meyers . `` Pops , it 's eight o'clock . Go get us a couple of slabs of pie at the automat , and then I 'll go over to see Breit at the booking office . '' `` Yes , sir , Mr. Vandeford , '' Mr. Meyers acquiesced , and departed in search of provender for the lion and himself . Left to himself , Mr. Vandeford fell into another trance , from which he was dragged by another tinkle of his telephone .