midnight
Home ! The word had no meaning to-night for Reginald as he watched the streets empty , and found himself a solitary wayfarer in the deserted thoroughfares . The hum of traffic ceased . One by one the bedroom lights went out , the clocks chimed midnight clearly in the frosty air , and still he wandered on . He passed a newspaper-office , where the thunder of machinery and the glare of the case-room reminded him of his own bitter apprenticeship at the _ Rocket _ . They might find him a job here if he applied . Faugh !