half past three
I pushed past the warehouse to take an up-town car . Blythe and I had agreed that an attempt would be made to relieve us of the map while we were carrying it from the safety-deposit vault to the ship . So far as we could see it was Bothwell 's last chance to gain possession of the coveted chart , and he was not the man to leave a stone unturned . At half past three we drove in the car of a friend to the International Safe Deposit Company 's place of business . He waited outside while we went in to reclaim the document . Five minutes later we reappeared , the paper in the inside pocket of my tightly buttoned coat . My eyes explored to right and left .