seven o'clock
He stood up , his whole being subdued yet tense . `` I 'm going to slide back into town and think it all over . '' Larry followed him an hour later , bent on routine business of the Sherwood estate . Toward seven o'clock he was studying the present decrepitude and future possibilities of a row of Sherwood apartment houses on the West Side , when , as he came out of one building and started into another , a firm hand fell upon his shoulder and a voice remarked : `` So , Larry , you 're in New York ? '' Larry whirled about . For the moment he felt all the life go out of him . Beside him stood Detective Casey , whom he had last seen on the night of his wild flight when Casey had feigned a knockout in order to aid Larry 's escape from Gavegan .