half past ten
`` There she is , '' remarked Norman , almost casually . `` Do n't forget your packages and bundles . '' At nine o'clock Colonel Howell and Norman were eating breakfast at the Royal George Hotel . At half past ten they were leaving the big new Provincial Capitol Building . The colonel had filed his claims and had his papers safely in his pocket . A little later , entering the busy hotel office once more , Norman hastily caught his patron 's sleeve . Seated in front of the hotel fireplace , as if gratefully drinking in its warmth , was the worn and emaciated Chandler .