midnight
Neither Alan , Babs nor I saw Polter again . Dr. Kent had never been heard from to this day , four years later when I flew to join the twins in Quebec . And now Alan had told me that Polter was up there ! We had never ceased to believe that Dr. Kent was alive , and that Polter was the midnight marauder . And as we grew older , we began to search for Polter . It seemed to us that now we were older , if we could once get our hands on him , we could drag from him the truth in which the police had failed . * * * * * The call of a traffic director in mid-Vermont brought me back from these vivid thoughts .