five o'clock
Would you mind lending it to me ? I think I could sleep more soundly if I had a reliable weapon tucked under my pillow . '' A whiff of suspicion crossed Christobal 's mind , but he brushed it aside as unworthy . At five o'clock that day he certainly would not have granted her request . But now , since the new hope had sprung up that Courtenay was alive , it was absurd to doubt her motives . So it came to pass that Diego Suarez , lying asleep in his bunk , awoke with a start to find a shrouded figure bending over him . `` Is that you , Señor Suarez ? ''