10:20
The traffic , since I left the line of Boston , had been far less . The patrols flashed by me at intervals , but they did not molest me . I descended presently , and located the small two-mile island which Dr. Brende owned and upon which he lived . It was 10:20 when I came down to find them waiting for me on the runway . The doctor held out both his hands . `` Good enough , Jac . I got your code -- we 've been waiting for you . ''