three
o'clock in the morning
There is n't a paper in New York that was n't glad to get him , but they could n't keep him a week . It was no use talking to him . Talk ! I 've talked to him until three o'clock in the morning . Why , it was I made him send his first Chinatown story to the International Magazine , and they took it like a flash and wrote him for more , but he blew in the check they sent him and did n't even answer their letter . He said after he 'd had the fun of writing a story , he did n't care whether it was published in a Sunday paper or in white vellum , or never published at all . And so long as he knew he wrote it , he did n't care whether anyone else knew it or not .