Sixteen minutes past eleven
The perfessor puts his gun back into his pocket , and then he puts his pill into his mouth . He do n't swaller it . He looks at the watch , and he looks at Henry . `` Sixteen minutes past eleven , '' he says . `` AT EXACTLY TWENTY-NINE MINUTES TO TWELVE MR. MURRAY WILL BE DEAD . I got the harmless one . I can tell by the taste . ''