Five minutes past ten
It 'll cost me me job , that 's what it will ! How late is it now ? '' Barnes consulted his watch . `` Five minutes past ten . '' `` Howly Moses ! If I ever get out of this scrape I pity the mon that offers me money fer the lind o ' me uniform agin . I 'll grab him by the '' -- A sharp ring at the doorbell cut him short and wrote another chapter of tragedy in his countenance .