about one o'clock
His bad hour was upon him , and he must wrestle with it alone . Martin Hillyard returned to the hall , and found Sir Chichester with the doctor , a short , rugged Scotsman . Dr. McKerrel was saying : `` There 's nothing whatever for me to do , Sir Chichester , '' he said . `` The poor creature must have died somewhere about one o'clock of the morning . '' He saw Sir Chichester with a start fall once more to reading the paragraph in the _ Harpoon _ , and continued with a warmth of admiration , `` Eh , but those newspaper fellows are quick ! I saw the _ Harpoon _ this morning , and it was lucky I did . For I 'd ha ' been on my rounds otherwise when that young fellow called for me . ''