midnight
I could not say Vicky was incapable of crime -- indeed , her gay , volatile manner might hide a deeply perturbed spirit . She was an enigma , and I -- I must solve the riddle . I felt I should never rest , until I knew the truth , and if Vicky were a martyr to circumstances , or a victim to Fate , I must know all about it . Alone there , in the midnight hours , I resolved to devote my time , all I could spare , my energies , all I could command , and my life , so far as I might , to the discovery of the truth , and I might or might not reveal my findings as seemed to me best . Leaving the music room , I went back through the long hall , and passed the door of Vicky 's bedroom . Reverently I looked inside . The very walls seemed crying for her to come back .