three o’clock
They crept up out of the mystery of the evening ; voices from the caiques , and from the boats of the fishermen , and from the big sailing vessels which ply to the harbors of the East , and from the steamers at rest near the Galata Bridge , and from the many craft of all descriptions strung out towards the cypress-crowned hill of Eyub . And Mrs. Clarke , standing beside him , began to explain to him in a low and hoarse voice what these strange cries of the evening meant . Daventry had mentioned that she had a hoarse voice . At a little after three o'clock Dion sat forward abruptly in his chair and listened intently . He fancied he had heard a faint cry . He waited , surrounded by silence , enveloped by silence . There was a low drumming in his ears .