After that it issued later editions once an hour till eight o'clock, and on special occasions even as late as ten.
The great rush of the day, therefore, as Horace soon discovered, was over at five o'clock, but between that hour and seven there was always plenty to do in connection with the late editions and the following day's work.

At seven o'clock every one left except a sub-editor and one of the clerks, and one or two compositors, to see after the eight o'clock and any possible later edition.
"As soon as you get your hand in, young 'un, you'll have to take your turn at late work.

Booms and I take every other night now." Horace could say nothing against this arrangement, though it meant more separation from Reginald.

At present, however, his hand not being in, he had nothing to keep him after the seven o'clock bell, and he eagerly escaped at its first sound to look for Reginald.
Not, however, till he had witnessed a strange sight.
About a quarter to seven Booms, whose early evening it was, showed signs of uneasiness.

He glanced sorrowfully once or twice at the clock, then at Horace, then at Waterford.