thirteen minutes past one
on the twenty-fourth of January
`` Yes , I remember , '' said Frederick . `` We would approach a bare branch or tree , and suddenly it would seem to shake itself and scatter thousands of gold leaves . We interpreted it as auguring mountains of money . '' `` Well , '' said the chandler , `` it was precisely thirteen minutes past one on the twenty-fourth of January when I drew my last breath . I had just received your telegram from Paris absolving me from my debt . Back there in the shop , among other things , is my predecessor 's fur coat , which -- I am by no means complaining -- infected me . I wrote you that if I could , I would make myself noticeable from the Beyond .