About noon
`` That 's all , is it ? '' I asked . `` That 's all -- or , no , there 's something else . About noon that day one of the Carter twins came down with a note from him asking me to send a long-distance message to some one in Washington . '' `` To whom ? '' I asked eagerly . `` I reckon I 've forgot the name , but the message was that this fellow -- Sullivan was his name -- was at M - , and if the man had escaped from the wreck would he come to see him . ''