midnight
They played for some time . The wizened-looking little man came and watched them benevolently , peering every now and then through his spectacles , and applauding mildly any particularly good stroke . At eleven o'clock they turned out the lights and made their way to their rooms . Shortly before midnight , Granet , in his dressing-gown , stole softly across the passage and opened , without knocking , the door of a room opposite to him . The wizened-looking little man was seated upon the edge of the bed , half-dressed . Granet turned the key in the lock , stood for a moment listening and swung slowly around . `` Well ? ''