twelve o'clock
at night
Louis had crept up behind Mr. Batchgrew , who in his inapposite white waistcoat stood between the two lovers , stertorous with vague anathema . `` So that was the time , '' said he . `` And th ' burglars must ha ' been and gone afore that . A likely thing burglars coming at twelve o'clock at night , is n't it ? And I 'll tell ye summat else . Them burglars was copped last night at Knype at eleven o'clock when th ' pubs closed , if ye want to know -- the whole gang of three on 'em . '' `` Then what about that burglary last night down the Lane ? ''