Two
o’clock
A sudden pang of terror shot through him , sharp and cold as a steel point ; if she had felt the key in the pocket she had stolen it . He hastened to search the jacket which he had a little before thrown upon a chair ; the key was not here . At this very moment he was being robbed ; he had the clear conviction of it . Two o'clock struck . He did not again dress himself , but , remaining in his trousers only , with his bare feet thrust into slippers , his chest bare under his unfastened nightshirt , he hastily pushed open the door , and rushed into the workroom , his candle in his hand . `` Ah ! I knew it , '' he cried .