about one o'clock in the morning
Then the woman shrugged her shoulders and spoke out . If he really must know , she thought there was no doubt at all that where Monsieur Montjoie was , Mademoiselle Louie was too . Monsieur Montjoie had paid the arrears of his rent to the _ proprietaire _ , somehow or other , and had then made a midnight flitting of it so as to escape other creditors who were tired of waiting for his statue to be finished . He had got a furniture van there at night , and he and the driver and her husband between them had packed most of the things from the studio , and M. Montjoie had gone off in the van about one o'clock in the morning . But of course she did not know his address ! she said so half-a-dozen times a day to the persons who called , and it was as true as gospel . Why , indeed , should M. Montjoie let her or anyone else know , that he could help ?