midnight
He spoke to the chauffeur . In less than a minute Wilson was alone again on the street where he had stood the night before . _ The Game Continues _ It was almost noon , which made it eight hours since Wilson was carried out of the house . He had had less than four hours ' sleep and only the slight nourishment he had received at the hospital since he and the girl dined at midnight , yet he was now fairly strong . His head felt sore and bruised , but he was free of the blinding ache which so weakened him in the morning . An austere life together with the rugged constitution he inherited from his Puritan ancestors was now standing him in good stead . He turned into the narrow street which ran along the water front in the rear of the Beacon Street houses and began his search for the gate which had admitted him to so many unforeseen complications .