three in the morning
`` No , I never asked him to . '' `` What happened then ? '' Hartley 's voice was hardly above a whisper , and he leaned close to Atkins to listen . `` I slept for hours , fairly hogged it until it must have been two or three in the morning , judging by the light , and then I awoke suddenly , the way one wakes when there is some noise that is different to usual noises , and after a moment or two I heard the sound of voices , and I got out of bed and went very quietly into the veranda . Heath 's lamp was burning , his room is at the far end from mine , and I stood there , shivering like a leaf out of sheer jumps . I had a regular ` night attack ' feeling over me . I heard a chair pushed back , and I heard Heath say in a low voice ` If you come here again , or if you dog me again , I 'll hand you over to the police , ' and the man laughed .