nine o'clock
I find , on looking back , that the terror must have left me that day . It had , for so many weeks , been so much a part of my daily life that I would have missed it had it not been for this new and engrossing interest . I remember that the long French windows of the library reflected the room like mirrors against the darkness outside , and that once I thought I saw a shadowy movement in one of them , as though a figure moved behind me . But when I turned sharply there was no one there , and Maggie proved to be , as usual after nine o'clock , shut away upstairs . I was not terrified . And indeed the fear never returned . In all the course of my investigations , I was never again a victim of the unreasoning fright of those earlier days .