ten o'clock
Maybe you 'll hear from me later . '' Course I did n't know what could be done , but I ` phones Piddie at the office to tell 'em I wo n't be in before lunch , and then I boards an uptown subway express . Easy enough findin ' Mrs. Connie Murtha too . She 's just finished a ten o'clock breakfast . A big , well-built , dashin ' sort of party she is , with an enameled complexion and drugged hair . She 's brisk and businesslike . `` If you 've come to beg me to let up on that sneaking English butler , '' says she , `` you need n't waste any more breath .