twelve
o'clock
What if Collins had met with the same fate as Dacre Wynne ? What were those fiendish flames , anyhow , that men disappeared completely , leaving neither sight nor sound ? Surely there was some brain clever enough to probe the mystery of them . `` If Collins does n't turn up this morning , '' he told himself as he shaved with a very unsteady hand , `` I 'll go straight up to London by the twelve o'clock train and straight to Scotland Yard . But I 'll find him -- damn it , I 'll find him . '' But no trace of James Collins could be found . He was gone -- completely .