midnight
`` Look at that ! '' Bertie glanced at the London telegram tossed across to him , sent from a private and confidential agent . `` Betting here -- two to one on L'Etoile ; Irish Roan offered and taken freely . Slight decline in closing prices for the King ; getting on French bay rather heavily at midnight . Fancy there 's a commission out against the King . Looks suspicious . '' Cecil shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows a little .