midnight
Still carrying the tray before him he hastened over to the club , where there was something of an ovation . Instead of a dinner for three it became one for a dozen , and Fitzgerald passed the statuettes round as souvenirs of the most unique bet of the year . There were lively times . Toward midnight , as Fitzgerald was going out of the coat room , Cathewe spoke to him . `` What was her name , Jack ? '' `` Hanged if I know . '' `` She dropped a card on your tray . ''