eleven o'clock
`` There 's somebody at the door , '' said Mr. Parham-Carter . `` I 'll just go down and see . '' And , as Jack stood there , motionless and breathless , he could hear no sound but the thick hammering of his own heart at the base of his throat . At half-past eleven o'clock Mrs. Partington came upstairs to the room where the two men were still drinking , to make one more suggestion that it was time to go to bed . It was a dreary little room , this front bedroom on the first floor , where Frank and the Major had slept last night in one large double bed . The bed was pushed now close against the wall , the clothes still tumbled and unmade , with various articles lying upon it , as on a table . A chair without a back stood between it and the window .