two in the morning
I had actually swung around when I heard the ghostly patter of the feet again close at my side . I made my decision in that instant , and hurried swiftly on my course back toward the apartment house . I was in Tenth Street now . It was half-past two in the morning , and beginning to grow cold . The thoroughfare was empty . I fled , a tiny thing , between two rows of high , dark houses . When at last I found my door my hands were trembling so that I could hardly fit the key into the lock .