Midnight
`` Cover the light , Monsieur Jean . These roofs have scores of eyes -- '' `` And a couple of prowlers might be the target for a score of bullets , eh ? True enough ! '' `` Midnight ! '' She had been counting the strokes of the clock , the sound of which came , muffled and sullen , from the old square belfry beyond the Panthéon . The roofs of this old quarter presented a curious conglomeration of the architectural monstrosities of seven centuries . It was a fantastic tumult of irregular shapes that only took the semblance of human design upon being considered in detail .