three o'clock
In the rue Montmartre he hailed a cab : `` To the National Library ! And as quick as you can ! '' * * * * * `` By Jove ! It 's three o'clock ! I 've not a minute to lose ! '' cried Fandor as he got back his stick from the cloak-room of the National Library : he had handed it in there some hours ago . He entered the rue Richelieu .