eight o'clock
Leaving his motor under the wall some distance from the door where it was hidden by creepers overhanging , he concealed himself in one of the thick embrasures and watched . He was well protected by his motor coat , light but warm and water-proof . He looked at his wrist watch . The illuminated figures showed it was eight o'clock . He wondered at the pitchy blackness of the night , unusual for the time of the year . Listening intently he heard the door latch click ; then it swung back with a bang . It was opened again and Jane called out : `` Do n't be late , Father .