noon in May
If you will show them to me -- I am asking officially -- I will tell you what I know . '' Cary led the way to his study . Dawson glanced round the room , at the papers heaped upon the table , at the tall windows bare of curtains -- Cary , who loved light and sunshine , hated curtains -- and growled . Then he locked the door , pulled down the thick blue blinds required by the East Coast lighting orders , and switched on the electric lights though it was high noon in May . `` That 's better , '' said he . `` You are an absolutely trustworthy man , Mr. Cary . I know all about you .