11:30
Somehow , perhaps they could trace the attackers . In the morning he 'd see Martin again , and they could figure out a scheme . But he did n't have a chance to see Martin again . For at 11:30 that night , the marauders struck again . For the third time . * * * * * Through his sleep he heard a door close down below , and sat bolt upright in bed , his heart pounding wildly . Only a tiny sound , the click of a closing door -- Ann was sitting up beside him , brown hair close around her head , her body tense .