four o’clock
`` Hello ! '' I muttered , for though the hotel seemed wrapped in slumber , the door of the garage now stood ajar . Was it possible that Miss Falconer had stolen a march on me , that the automobile could have left the premises without my being roused ? It was only four o'clock , but all wish for sleep had left me . I decided to investigate without any more ado . I made the best toilet that cold water and a cracked mirror permitted , longing the while for a bath , for a breakfast tray , for a hundred civilized things . Taking my hat and coat , I went quietly down the staircase .