eleven o'clock at night
`` He must be there , '' declared McCloud . `` Have you the horses below ? We will ride over and try the room again . '' Fort Street back of Front is so quiet after eleven o'clock at night that a footfall echoes in it . McCloud dismounted in front of the bank building and , throwing the reins to Bob Scott , walked upstairs and back toward Smith 's room . In the hallway he paused . He heard faint strains of music .