midnight
demanded the squire , with an uneasy look . Tony Denton rose from his chair , advanced to the door , which was a little ajar , and closed it . Then he resumed . `` One night late -- it was after midnight -- I was taking a walk , having just closed my saloon , when it happened that my steps led by the bank . It was dark -- not a soul probably in the village was awake save myself , when I saw the door of the bank open and a muffled figure came out with a tin box under his arm . I came closer , yet unobserved , and peered at the person . I recognized him . ''