midnight
So the window-sashes was picked out in yellow , the side battens loomed up prominent as black lines , and the door-panels was a pale pink . Nearly all the commuters had been touched by Danny for something or other that could be added to the shack . Only a week or so before , I 'd got in strong with him by contributin ' a new padlock for the door -- a vivid red one , like they have on the village jail in vaudeville plays . And it struck me now that if I had the key to that little box of Danny 's it would make a perfectly good listenin ' - post for any midnight sleuthin ' I had to do . Most likely he was up dosin ' himself or bathin ' his joints . Well , he was . He did n't seem any too enthusiastic about lettin ' me have the key , though .