about 3 a.m.
If only Smith had been shut up next door to me I might have been able to shout to him so that he could hear , but what chance was there when three or four rooms at least divided us ? After all , except that he was near me , and knew where I was , things were not much better than they had been before . So I sat down again in my corner and sulkily watched the first glimmers of dawn peep in at the little window . It must be about 3 a.m. , I thought . And that meant four good hours before any chance of a release came . And as it was , my feet were pretty nearly dead with cold , and a thin nightgown is not much covering for a fellow 's body and arms . It rather pleased me to think the adventure might end fatally , and that at my inquest Miss Henniker might be brought in guilty of manslaughter .