eleven o'clock
Soon the electric light was turned out and the place was in darkness . The front door was opened and closed ; the group of confederates upon the pavement lit cigarettes and wished one another `` Good-night '' with the brisk air of tired employees released at last from long labours . Then there was silence . It was barely eleven o'clock when Bernadine reached the west-end of London . His clothes had become a trifle disarranged , and he called for a few minutes at his rooms in St. James 's Street . Afterwards , he walked to Merton House and rang the bell . To the servant who answered it he handed his master 's card .