nearly eleven o'clock
People say they pawn everything , and perhaps the beautiful white perlice I bought for ` er ... Oh , I 'll never let ` er out of my sight again , never ! '' `` What is your name , my girl ? '' `` Agatha Jones , '' the girl answered . It was nearly eleven o'clock on Sunday night before they were ready to start on their errand . Meantime Aggie had done two turns at the foreign clubs , and John Storm had led a procession through Crown Street and been hit by a missile thrown by a `` Skeleton , '' whom he declined to give in charge . At the corner of the alley he stopped to ask Mrs. Pincher to wait up for him , and the girl 's large eyes caught sight of the patch of plaster above his temple . `` Are you sure you want to go , sir ? ''