midnight
Psmith was the first to speak . `` If you ask my candid opinion , '' he said , looking up from his paper , `` I should say that young Lord Antony Trefusis was in the soup already . I seem to see the consommé splashing about his ankles . He 's had a note telling him to be under the oak tree in the Park at midnight . He 's just off there at the end of this installment . I bet Long Jack , the poacher , is waiting there with a sandbag . Care to see the paper , Comrade Adair ?