one o'clock
He listened for some time . Perro was still pattering to and fro on the terrace , giving from time to time his little plaint of uneasiness between his closed teeth . At length Sarrion rose and struck a light . It was one o'clock . He dressed quickly and noiselessly and went down-stairs , candle in hand . The stable at Torre Garda stands at the side of the house , a few feet behind it against the hillside . In this remote spot , with but one egress to the outer world , bolts and locks are not considered a necessity of life .