nearly eleven o'clock
Kline -- the real Kline -- was going to raid the place to-night . When ? At what time ? It must be nearly eleven o'clock already , and -- It came sudden , quick as the crack of doom -- a terrific crash against the bolted door -- but the door , undoubtedly to the surprise of those without , held fast , thanks to the bolt . The four men , white-faced , seemed for an instant turned to statues . Came another crash against the door -- and a sharp , imperative order to those within to open it and surrender . `` We 're pinched !