twelve o'clock
Bill , by arrangement , met me at the corner of the street and took me to the wounded man 's room , in and out , by the same route we had taken the night before . I found he had passed a good night , had no fever , and was all right . I left some medicine and directions , got my ten dollars , and never went again . `` Last month , some two days before Christmas , I was sitting here reading -- it was after twelve o'clock -- when I heard a tap on the window-pane . I pushed aside the shade and looked out a thick-set man motioned me to open the door . When he got inside the hall he said : '' ` Ai n't forgot me again , have you , `` Doc '' ! ' '' ` No , you 're the man I fixed up in Washington Street last fall . ' ''