five in the morning before
But when he had seen the paper , and had to choose whether he 'd go to the strong-room and see that there really was n't anything to believe or go for the police on his bicycle , he chose the latter course . When the police arrived the strong-room door stood ajar , and the silver , or as much of it as the three men could carry , was gone . Gerald 's note-book and pencil came into play again later on that night . It was five in the morning before he crept into bed , tired out and cold as a stone . `` Master Gerald ! '' it was Eliza 's voice in his ears `` it 's seven o clock and another fine day , and there 's been another burglary My cats alive ! '' she screamed , as she drew up the blind and turned towards the bed ; `` look at his bed , all crocked with black , and him not there ! ''