about three o'clock
`` No -- wid the perlice . A little bit of a scrimmage wan night in Trafalgar Square . It was me own fault , sor , for I oughter a-knowed better . It was about three o'clock in the mornin ' , sor , and I was outside one o ' them clubs just below Piccadilly , when one o ' them young chaps come out wid three or four others , all b ` ilin ' drunk -- one was Lord Bentig -- jumps into a four-wheeler standin ' by the steps an ' hollers out to the rest of us : ` A guinea to the man that gits to Trafalgar Square fust ; three minutes ' start , ' and off he wint and we after him , leavin ' wan of the others behind wid his watch in his hand . '' I laid down my palette and looked up . Paper-hanging evidently had its lively side . `` Afoot ? ''