ten o'clock
The window faced a narrow , unlighted alley at the rear of the hotel . One window of Room 45 , next to her , opened on an iron fire-escape that reached to within a few feet of the ground . Josie smiled , withdrew her head and sat in the dark of her room for hours , with a patience possible only through long training . At ten o'clock Kauffman entered his room . She could distinctly hear him moving about . A little later he went away , walking boldly down the corridor to the elevator . Josie rose and slipped on her hat and coat .