nine o'clock
`` Hitting the pace around this graveyard ! '' mumbled Herbert dismally . `` What are you talking about , old fel ? Why , everybody dies here nights at nine o'clock ; there 's not a thing doing after that . It 's the most forsaken , dismal place imaginable after that hour . I 'm dying of dry rot , that 's what 's the matter . '' He finished with a cough that seemed to wrack him from head to feet .