three o’clock
`` It was one of my late master 's favorites . '' `` Go to the devil ! '' I bawled at him , and went down to my room and slammed the door in rage and chagrin . Going to bed at three o'clock on a winter morning in a house whose ways are disquieting , after a duel in which you escaped whole only by sheer good luck , does not fit one for sleep . When I finally drew the covers over me it was to lie and speculate upon the events of the night in connection with the history of the few weeks I had spent at Glenarm . Larry had suggested in New York that Pickering was playing some deep game , and I , myself , could not accept Pickering 's statement that my grandfather 's large fortune had proved to be a myth . If Pickering had not stolen or dissipated it , where was it concealed ?