eleven in the morning
`` You ought to venerate the memory of Baron Stott-Wartenheim , '' he exclaimed suddenly . The lowered physiognomy of Mr Verloc expressed a sombre and weary annoyance . `` Permit me to observe to you , '' he said , `` that I came here because I was summoned by a peremptory letter . I have been here only twice before in the last eleven years , and certainly never at eleven in the morning . It is n't very wise to call me up like this . There is just a chance of being seen . And that would be no joke for me . ''