midnight
You shall rue it , Señor . Heaven is just . You shall rue it , Señor . '' He denounced me prophetically , wrapped up with an air of midnight secrecy ; but , after all , he had been a friend in the act , if not in the spirit , and I contented myself by asking , with some pity for his imbecile craving after murder : `` Why ? What can Manuel do to me ? He at least is completely helpless . '' `` Did the Señor Don Juan ever ask himself what Manuel could do to me -- Tomas Castro ?