midnight
Perkins , seated in his office , threw the morning , paper aside . `` It 's no use , '' he said , turning to the office boy , `` I do n't believe they ever will find him , dead or alive . Whoever put up the job on Diotti was a past grand master at that sort of thing . The silent assassin that lurks in the shadow of the midnight moon is an explosion of dynamite compared to the party that made way with Diotti . You ask , why should they kill him ? My boy , you do n't know the world . They were jealous of his enormous hit , of our dazzling success .