about eleven o'clock
It was too real to ignore or treat lightly . One may hear tales of a ghost , even the recounting by a most reliable eye-witness , and smile skeptically . But to see one yourself -- as we had seen this thing in the moonlight of that Bermuda shorefront -- that is a far different matter . We told our adventure to Jane 's father when he drove in from Hamilton about eleven o'clock that same evening . But he , who personally had seen no ghost , could only look perturbed that we should be so deluded . Some trickster -- or some trick of the moonlight , and the shadowed rocks aiding our own sharpened imaginations . He could think of no other explanation .