one o’clock in the afternoon
The place was a respectable lodging house , and the stranger was certainly a gentleman , though a queer one to look at . It was not the policeman 's business to interfere on suspicion , except in the case of notoriously bad characters . So , though he did think it odd , he went on again . Between twelve and one o'clock in the afternoon , Ovid left his Lodgings , to go to the neighbouring livery stables , and choose an open carriage . The sun was shining , and the air was brisk and dry , after the stormy night . It was just the day when he might venture to take Carmina out for a drive . On his way down the street , he heard footsteps behind him , and felt himself touched on the shoulder .