about five o'clock
And all right , if you feel that way -- like you and your dishes , now . '' `` Myry and me both is powerful set on dishes , '' exulted old Mrs. Bray . THE BLOOD-RED ONE -LSB- 8 -RSB- -LSB- Note 8 : Copyright , 1918 , by Charles Scribner 's Sons . -RSB- BY MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT From _ Scribner 's Magazine _ It was a February evening , so it seems , about five o'clock , and old Mr. Vandusen , having left his hat and ulster in the coatroom , had retraced his steps along the entrance hall of the St. Dunstan Club to the wide doorway that led into the first-floor library . He usually sought the library at this time of day ; a little group of men , all of whom he knew well , were as a rule to be found there , and they were friendly , not overly argumentative , restful . Now he paused between the heavy portières , partly drawn aside , and peered for a moment into the room . The light from the hall behind him made a pool of faint illumination at his feet , but beyond that there was only a brown darkness , scented with the smell of books in leather bindings , in which the figures of several men , sprawled out in big chairs before the window , were faintly visible .