ten minutes to
1 a.m.
Here , Brock , sit in at the desk and keep everything down to a couple of sticks . Call a taxi , Kerr . '' He glanced at his watch as he made for the stairs . It was ten minutes to 1 a.m. Up in the composing-room he went over the forms with the foreman , asking questions , `` killing '' perfectly good `` stories '' with rapid decision , clearing space for the biggest `` scoop '' which the _ Recorder _ had achieved in many months . `` Chief 's not home and they do n't know where he is , '' came Jackson 's anxious voice through the speaking tube . `` Find him ! Find him ! ''