Midnight
That 's all I can tell you about the Del Puente Giorgione . '' I seized his hand impulsively , and clumsily offered him , in a breath , whisky , shuffleboard , or cowboy pool -- sound Pretorian remedies for all human woes . These consolations he refused and took his leave . Midnight found me in the same chair , thinking less of Anitchkoff , whose case now lay clear , than of Mantovani and the Marquesa del Puente , about whom it seemed there still might be something to say . The chances of a roving life have brought some slight addition to the evidence . Stopping over a boat at Dieppe , a few summers ago , I happened to see my good friend Mme. Vezin registered at the Casino , where I recognised an acquaintance or two . That decided me to spend the night and call at her villa .