one o'clock in the morning
It could hardly have been that , but it sounded to Celestine like : `` I 'll fix 'm ! '' Riverside Drive slept . The moon shone on darkened windows and deserted sidewalks . It was past one o'clock in the morning . The wicked Forties were still ablaze with light and noisy foxtrots ; but in the virtuous Hundreds , where Mr. Pett 's house stood , respectable slumber reigned . Only the occasional drone of a passing automobile broke the silence , or the love-sick cry of some feline Romeo patrolling a wall-top . Jimmy was awake .