ten o'clock
But mide you get your modey -- or I 'll stop your salary , sure . Three guideas and what you cad hook for yourself -- I sha n't touch that , Britten -- I dow how to treat my servants well . '' I laughed at this , but did n't say too much for fear he should find out that he 'd got a patch of oil as big as a football on the back of his beautiful new spring suit , and when he had told me that the party 's name was Faulkland Jones and had given me the number of the house , I got on with my work again and soon had the three-year-old Napier running as well as ever she did in all her life . Nor did anything else happen until ten o'clock that night , at which hour precisely I drove her up to the house in the Richmond Road , Bayswater , and sent a small boy to knock at the door . It was a twopenny-ha ` penny shop , and no doubt about it ; a two-storied day-before-yesterday lodging-house , with a bow window like a Métallurgique bonnet and a door about as big as the top of your gear-box . So far as I could see from the road there was only one lamp showing in the place , and that was on the off-side , so to speak , in a little window of a bedroom -- but the boy said afterwards that there was a glim in the hall , and he was old enough to have known . Taken altogether , you would n't have offered them thirty pounds a year for the lot unless you had been a Rothschild with a cook to pension off -- and what such people wanted with a Napier limousine at three guineas the job I really could not have said .