eleven o'clock
Jess ! '' `` Charley -- I -- You -- '' `` Jess -- over here ! Quick ! '' `` Charley -- honey -- '' * * * * * At eleven o'clock a small , watery moon cut through a sky that was fleecily clouded -- a swift moon that rode fast as a ship . It rode over but did not light Squire Gerber 's one-and-a-half-storied , weathered-gray , and set-slightly-in-a-hollow house on Claxton countryside . Three motor-cars , their engines chugging out into wide areas of stillness , stood processional at the curb . A red hall light showed against the door-pane and two lower-story windows were widely illuminated .