midnight
`` I just had to do it -- I wanted to talk to you . But listen to what I 'm going to tell you ! It 's a miracle , all right , -- happening just at that time -- that very morning . I was coming back to Boston from New York on the midnight , and when the train ran into Back Bay and I was putting on my trousers the piece rolled out among the bed clothes . I did n't know I 'd lost it until I sat down in the Parker House to eat my breakfast , and I suddenly felt in my pocket . It made me sick to think it was gone . Well , I started to telephone the Pullman office , and then I made up my mind I 'd take a taxi and go down to the South Station myself , and just as I got out of the cab there was the nigger porter , all dressed up in his glad rags , coming out of the station !