two P.M.
There is something wrong when my boy can not look me in the eyes ! '' Thus came about the tragedy that darkened the June day for the whole Wilcox household . It was at nine o'clock on Saturday morning that the falsehood was detected . At two P.M. Mrs. Wilcox brought up the prisoner 's dinner . Only bread and water ! He had smelled the savory soup and roast lamb , and the cook had hinted at strawberry short-cake when he passed , whistling , through the kitchen , turning the silver quarter over in his pocket . That was almost five hours ago , and he was to lie here until supper-time , _ alone _ !