three o'clock in the morning before
Jack and the idiot had gone , but , knowing the direction they had taken -- for the youth was , no doubt , on his way home -- I was not long before I caught up my friend , and then together we retraced our steps towards the Bayswater Road , in search of a taxi . I could not forget that curious statement that a girl 's face had been seen at the drawing-room window -- a fair-headed girl with a band of black velvet in her hair . Could it have been Sylvia Pennington ? It was past three o'clock in the morning before I retraced my steps to Wilton Street . We were unable to find a cab , therefore we walked down Park Lane together . On the way Jack had pressed me to tell him the reason of my visit to that weird house and the circumstances in which my life had been attempted . For the present , however , I refused to satisfy his curiosity .