five in the morning
Hartman was right . One of the men was General Altendorff ; and the other two were Mason and Vanderbold , the brains of the inner circle of the Oligarchy 's secret service . It was a quiet moonlight night , but I tossed restlessly and could not sleep . At five in the morning I dressed and abandoned my bed . I asked the maid in the dressing-room how late the train was , and she told me two hours . She was a mulatto woman , and I noticed that her face was haggard , with great circles under the eyes , while the eyes themselves were wide with some haunting fear . `` What is the matter ? ''