one o'clock
So the woman got him her extra key , and he went up , let himself into the flat , and made lights there . Naturally he found no word , but his own note of that morning lay spread out upon a table where Ste. Marie had left it , and so he knew that his friend was in possession of the two facts he had learned about Stewart . He made himself comfortable with a book and some cigarettes , and settled down to wait . Ste. Marie out at La Lierre , with a bullet-hole in his leg , was deep in a drugged sleep just then , but Hartley waited for him , looking up now and then from his book with a scowl of impatience , until the little clock on the mantel said that it was one o'clock . Then he went home in a very bad temper , after writing another note and leaving it on the table , to say that he would return early in the morning . But in the morning he began to be alarmed . He questioned the concierge very closely as to Ste. Marie 's movements on the day previous , but she could tell him little , save to mention the brief visit of a man with an accent of Toulouse or Marseilles , and there seemed to be no one else to whom he could go .