two o'clock
The house held , or had held , a secret . Yet it was , above stairs , as open as the day . There was no corner into which I might not peer , except -- Why was that portion of the fruit-closet locked ? At two o'clock , finding myself unable to sleep , I got up and put on my dressing-gown and slippers . I had refused to repeat the experiment of being locked in . Then , with a candle and a box of matches , I went downstairs . I had , as I have said , no longer any terror of the lower floor .