two in the morning
`` I bear no ill will with regard to the shooting , '' went on the newcomer . He took off his derby hat and ruefully regarded a hole through the crown . His bald head seemed singularly frank and naked above a face of so many disguises . `` It is only natural that men alone on a mountain should defend themselves from invaders at two in the morning . My escape was narrow , but there is no ill will . '' He blinked about him , his breath a white cloud in the cold room . `` Life , young gentlemen , '' he remarked , setting down his bag and leaning a green umbrella against it , `` has its surprises even at sixty-two .