eleven o'clock
-- a friend of the people , a socialist , ready to call every man his brother -- should be sacrificed in such a way ? '' The words brought them to Stoddard 's little home , silent and deserted now . Down the street , the lamps flared gustily . It was after eleven o'clock . `` Where does that boy live that takes care of the horses -- black Jim ? '' Hardwick inquired , after they had rung the bell , thumped on the door , and called , to make sure the master had not returned during MacPherson 's absence . `` I do n't know -- really , I do n't know .