Three
in the morning
Then he grinned rather sheepishly , realizing that he had dozed off with his clothes on . Even worse , the pressure at his hip told him that he had n't even bothered to take his sidearm off . He sat up and swung his feet to the floor , then glanced at his wrist . Three in the morning . _ And the moral of that , my dear Walther _ , he told himself , _ is that a tired man should put on his pajamas first , before he lies down and drinks a Scotch _ . He stood up . Might as well put his pajamas on and get to bed .