midnight
Here was a man ! A man loyal and brave and chivalrous as all men ought to be , but few are ! He had sacrificed himself to the death , no doubt , to keep my name out of the mud into which my business had thrown him , and to save me from appearing in Raoul 's eyes the liar that I was . Had Ivor told that he was with me , after I had prevaricated -LRB- if I had not actually lied -RRB- to Raoul about the midnight visitor to my house , what would Raoul think of me ? Ivor was trying to save me , if he could ; and he had been trying to save me when he went to the room of that dead man , though how and when he had decided to go I knew not . If it were not for me , he would be free and happy to-day . My conscience cried out that the one thing to do was to go at once to the Chief of Police and say : `` Monsieur , this English gentleman they have arrested can not have committed a murder in the Rue de la Fille Sauvage , between twelve and one last night , for he came to my house , far away in the Rue d'Hollande , at a quarter past twelve , and did n't leave it till after one o'clock . ''