three in the morning
Everything a street should not be , even when it was down , and now it was up , which was far worse . If Gideon had not been unnerved by the painted person at the corner of Baker Street he would never have gone home this way , he would have gone along Marylebone and Euston Road . As it was , he got into a bus and rode unhappily to Gray 's Inn Road , where he lived . He sat up till three in the morning working out statistics for an article . Statistics , figures , were delightful . They were a rest . They mattered .