ten o'clock
That 's a porous plaster . It has some holes , but it 's meant to cover your indecency . '' That Thursday night I sat alone on the deck of the Hotel Helen Mar. . It was near ten o'clock . I saw a flamingo rise from the river , and it flew over the _ Helen Mar _ , like a ghost , trailing its legs . And the ladder creaked , and Sadler came over the side . He stepped soft and long like a ghost .