seven o'clock
Before I had been itching to get back to the Front ; now I wanted to get on to Ivery 's trail , though it should take me through the nether pit . Peter was right ; fortitude was the thing a man must possess if he would save his soul . The hours passed , and , as I expected , there came no word from Macgillivray . I had some dinner sent up to me at seven o'clock , and about eight I was thinking of looking up Blenkiron . Just then came a telephone call asking me to go round to Sir Walter Bullivant 's house in Queen Anne 's Gate . Ten minutes later I was ringing the bell , and the door was opened to me by the same impassive butler who had admitted me on that famous night three years before . Nothing had changed in the pleasant green-panelled hall ; the alcove was the same as when I had watched from it the departure of the man who now called himself Ivery ; the telephone book lay in the very place from which I had snatched it in order to ring up the First Sea Lord .