nine o'clock
He started and glared , and then he came racing back toward us , shaking his fists and yelling vile expletives . He tried to swing himself aboard in his fury despite the fact that the doors were all shut . A porter pushed him back and the last I saw of him he was still pursuing us , screaming with rage . I knew that he would follow on the nine o'clock train , reaching Quebec about five the following afternoon . That gave us five hours ' grace . It was not much , but it was something to have Jacqueline safe with me even until the morrow . I turned toward her , fearful that she had recognized the man and realized the situation .