midnight
She had no idea of making it her home . But she would stay there until she could find an apartment that was small , bright , near the lake , and yet within fairly reasonable transportation facilities for her work . Her room was on the ninth floor , not on the Michigan Avenue side , but east , overlooking the lake . She spent hours at the windows , fascinated by the stone and steel city that lay just below with the incredible blue of the sail-dotted lake beyond , and at night , with the lights spangling the velvety blackness , the flaring blaze of Thirty-first Street 's chop-suey restaurants and moving picture houses at the right ; and far , far away , the red and white eye of the lighthouse winking , blinking , winking , blinking , the rumble and clank of a flat-wheeled Indiana avenue car , the sound of high laughter and a snatch of song that came faintly up to her from the speeding car of some midnight joy-riders ! But all this had to do with her other side . It had no bearing on Haynes-Cooper , and business . Business !