midnight
`` Get me into my clothes -- Johnson has the grip -- and give me all the time you can , '' was the sullen rejoinder ; and in due course the Honorable Jasper G. Bucks , clothed upon and in his right mind , was enabled to keep his appointment with the New York attorney at the Mid-Continent Hotel . But first came the whipping-in of MacFarlane . Bucks went alone to the judge 's room on the floor above the parlor suite . It was now near midnight , but MacFarlane had not gone to bed . He was a spare man , with thin hair graying rapidly at the temples and a care-worn face ; the face of a man whose tasks or responsibilities , or both , have overmatched him . He was walking the floor with his head down and his hands -- thin , nerveless hands they were -- tightly locked behind him , when the governor entered . For a large man the Honorable Jasper was usually able to handle his weight admirably ; but now he clung to the door-knob until he could launch himself at a chair and be sure of hitting it .