ten o'clock
`` All right , do . Our padre is a brick -- he is having a quiet service in the cemetery at ten o'clock ; there is a good moon . If it had been a public , daylight affair , lots of questions would have to be asked -- and answered . '' At ten o'clock the three Englishmen and the chaplain stood round the grave of a man who , within the last few hours , had arrived at the end of a wasted life -- a victim to the drug that deals misery and destruction . As the three chums walked away to where their horses awaited them , Roscoe said : `` My cousin Richard , although he looked any age under eighty , was only thirty-five -- two years younger than myself . '' `` Look here , Joe , '' said FitzGerald , `` your cousin was murdered for giving me information . He knew the risk he was running , he knew that there are eyes and ears all over the place , and the chances were ninety to one he would be put out of the way -- he hinted as much in his letter .