midnight
Of course I knew , but I dragged it from her none the less . The nebulous white-shirted figure in the canoe , that had skimmed past Dan Levy 's frontage as we were trying to get him aboard his own pleasure-boat , and again past the empty house when we were in the act of disembarking him there , that figure was the trim and slim one now at my side . She had seen us -- searched for us -- each time . Our voices she had heard and recognised ; only our actions , or rather that midnight deed of ours , had she misinterpreted . She would not admit it to me , but I still believe she feared it was a dead body that we had shipped at dead of night to hide away in that desolate tower . Yet I can not think she thought it in her heart . I rather fancy -LRB- what she indeed averred -RRB- that some vague inkling of the truth flashed across her at least as often as that monstrous hypothesis .