midnight
I asked you what was to become of my money after I 'd done spending it myself -- the little that is left , of course . '' Once more from the lawyer 's eyes flashed that keenly scrutinizing glance . `` What was it , Fulton ? A midnight rabbit , or a wedge of mince pie NOT like mother used to make ? Why , man alive , you 're barely over fifty , yet . Cheer up ! It 's only a little matter of indigestion .