one o'clock
On my honour I was only after the paper . '' Madame found the waiting time very tedious , but I am sure that her pulse did not quicken by a beat . She has a wonderful nerve . At one o'clock , when the hotel was very quiet , and the boot-cleaner had made his round of collection , Madame heard the handle of her door move and the door itself push slowly open . Through her partly closed eyes she saw the momentary flash of an electric torch with which Rust took his bearings , and then she felt , rather than saw or heard , a figure draw gently towards her bed . Her right hand was under the pillow grasping that something , not the paper , which she had laid there in readiness . Rust approached , bent over her , and his fingers felt for the pillow .