nine o'clock
Stampa came quick on his heels , moving with a lightness and accuracy of foothold amazing in one so lame . `` Just me , Miss Wynton . Sorry if I have frightened you , but our old friend here was insistent that we should hurry . I have been tracking you since nine o'clock . '' Spencer 's words were nonchalantly polite . He even raised his cap , though the fury of the ice laden blast might well have excused this formal act of courtesy . Helen was still blushing so painfully that she became angry with herself , and her voice was hardly under control .