about a quarter to one
What sin had Sylvia Pennington confessed to him ? Day after day , as I sat in my den at Wilton Street smoking moodily and thinking , I tried vainly to imagine what cardinal sin she could have committed . My sole thoughts were of her , and my all-consuming eagerness was to meet her again . On the night of the twentieth of June -- I remember the date well because the Gold Cup had been run that afternoon -- I had come in from supper at the Ritz about a quarter to one , and retired to bed . I suppose I must have turned in about half-an-hour , when the telephone at my bedside rang , and I answered . `` Hulloa ! '' asked a voice .