midnight
He handed both glass and pad to me . I studied the latter for some seconds before I quite dropped to what he meant . Gradually I made out figures impressed on the rough surface . Our midnight visitor had made a copy of that single sheet , had made it hurriedly in pencil , and the impression had gone through on to the receptive softness of the blotting paper . My scrutiny over , I handed the materials to Moira . `` You understand ? '' Bryce queried , with little laughter-wrinkles about his eyes .