one o'clock
In place of giving me the information I was panting for , the whole town came cackling round me with comments on the organist and the sacrilege . I turned into the ` Fishing Smack ' inn , a likely place to get what news was to be had , and found the asthmatical old landlord haranguing some fishermen who were drinking their ale on a settle . ` It 's my b ` lief , ' said the old man , ` that Tom was arter somethink else besides that air jewelled cross . I 'm eighty-five year old come next Dullingham fair , and I regleck as well as if it wur yisterdy when resur-rectionin ' o ' carpuses wur carried on in the old churchyard jes ' like one o'clock , and the carpuses sent up to Lunnon reg ` lar , and it 's my ` pinion as that wur part o ' Tom 's game , dang ` im ; and if I 'd a ` ad _ my _ way arter the crouner 's quest , he 'd never a ' bin buried in the very churchyard as he went and blast-phemed . ' ` Where would you ` a buried ` im , then , Muster Lantoff ? ' asked a fisher-boy in a blue worsted jerkin . ` Buried ` im ?