Twenty minutes after one
She sang in classic Italian . And what 's more , for the privilege of hearing that voice again , I should not mind sitting on this cold curb till the milkman comes around in the morning . '' `` That would n't be fer long , '' laughed the policeman , taking out his watch and holding it close to the end of his cigar . `` Twenty minutes after one . Well , I must be gittin ' back to me beat . An ' you 'd better be goin ' in ; it 's cold . Good night . ''