about midnight
From the moment he bought , May wheat shot upwards , and in a few days he had closed the deal with fifty dollars to his credit . That evening he wandered around the city with money jingling in his trouser-pockets . He bought himself a good seat at a music-hall , and at the bar boldly ordered cocktails with weird names of which the contents were wonderful mysteries to him . On his way home to his hotel about midnight , a flaming placard outside a tin-roofed chapel caught his eye and stopped him for a moment . The wording was crudely sensational : THE WICKED FLOURISH ! BUT FOR HOW LONG ? A LIFETIME OF EASE FOR AN ETERNITY OF HELL-FIRE !