midnight
La Corriveau alone of mortals held the terrible secret . La Corriveau gave a low laugh as she saw the pale outline of the woman resolve itself into the gray stone . `` The dead come not again ! '' muttered she , `` and if they do she will soon have a companion to share her midnight walks round the Château ! '' La Corriveau had no conscience ; she knew not remorse , and would probably have felt no great fear had that pale spirit really appeared at that moment , to tax her with wicked complicity in her murder . The clock of the Château struck twelve . Its reverberations sounded far into the night as La Corriveau emerged stealthily out of the forest , crouching on the shady side of the high garden hedges , until she reached the old watch-tower , which stood like a dead sentinel at his post on the flank of the Château .