a quarter past
five
Would she be believed ? This was the decisive question , and from what he had heard of her , it seemed that she would be . Denials would not suffice . He did not go to Caffie 's at a quarter past five . Where was he at this moment ? What witness could he call upon ? Caffie 's wound was made by a hand skilled in killing , and this learned hand was his , more even than that of a murderer .