noon
Neither had yet spoken when the heavy door creaked and was slammed , and they were suddenly in the dark . The key turned noisily in the lock , twice in quick succession , and the additional bolt rattled as it was pushed into its socket . ` Good-night , gentlemen , ' said the preternaturally hoarse voice of the turnkey through the square hole in the door . ` I will bring you your dinner at noon ! ' Cucurullo sprang to the grated aperture , only to see the ruffian stalking off into the gloom with his lantern . ` Hi ! Listen ! '