midnight
I longed once more to see that pale , sweet , wistful face which was now ever in my dreams . Had not Shuttleworth told me that the grave lay between my love and myself ? And he had spoken the truth ! Jack met me at the club daily , but he only once referred to our midnight search and the gruesome discovery in the neglected garden . Frequently it crossed my mind that Mad Harry might have watched there unseen , and witnessed strange things . How many men reported to the police as missing had been interred in that private burying-ground of the assassins ! I dreaded to think of it .