one o'clock
`` I can place you in possession of the man who has wrought our ruin . He is there , '' and he pointed theatrically to Richard . Feversham looked at the limp figure in some bewilderment . Indeed , he was having a most bewildering evening -- or morning , rather , for it was even then on the stroke of one o'clock . `` An ' who are you , sare ? '' he asked . Richard came forward , nerving himself for what was to follow .