nearly twelve
o'clock
cried Solling as he saw me . `` Have you seen a ghost ? Or is the punch wearing off already ? We thought you 'd never come ; why , it 's nearly twelve o'clock ! '' Without a word I drew back my overcoat and laid my booty on the table . `` By all the devils , '' exclaimed Solling in anatomical enthusiasm , `` where did you find that superb arm ? Simsen knows what he 's about all right .