nine o'clock
`` Do you see ? '' he said softly , but in excited tones . `` Do you see ? That 's what I see night after night , sometimes as late as nine o'clock . '' There was somebody in the old mill , evidently , for the light as from a lantern was discernible now and again through one of the old , cobwebbed windows ; a light that flickered fitfully first from one floor , then from another . `` It 's Witham , '' said John Ellison . `` He 's always in the mill now , early and late .