about one o'clock
D'you think that , knowing him as I do , I 've not been ready for something of this kind ? And that 's all you 'll get out of _ me _ , this afternoon ! '' And it was all I did . * * * * * It may have been about one o'clock , that night , or perhaps a little earlier , as I lay tossing about , unable to sleep because I was too much disturbed in my mind -- too angry with myself -- when there came a loud , startling ring at the front-door bell . I got up at once and threw open a window over the door , calling out to know what was wanted . `` It 's I , '' said a voice I did n't know -- a queer , hoarse voice . `` Come down . ''