one o'clock Sunday
It was a busy day in the Street and values were going up by leaps and bounds . The broker was not in a good humor ; many of his customers were short of the market . He followed Jack into his private office and faced him . `` Funeral 's at one o'clock Sunday , I see , '' he said in a sharp voice , as if he resented the incident . `` Your aunt and I will be out on the noon train . She got back this morning , pretty well bunged up . Killed himself , did n't he ? ''