About eleven o'clock
You have performed a duty towards society and your city . '' He fled down the hall . I heard the front door slam and returned to my work with a sigh of relief . * * * * * About eleven o'clock the same evening , weary in body and mind , I was preparing for bed when there came what I can only describe as a feeble but urgent rapping on my door . The strange events of the afternoon completely forgotten , I opened the door . There , in the dim light of the hall , considerably the worse for wear , stood my little visitor of the afternoon . He was bare-headed , his dark curly locks plastered to his forehead with perspiration .