nine o'clock at night
The impudence of the thing tickled me . It seemed so foreign to Mr Fisher 's usual cautious methods . This strolling in and helping oneself was certainly kidnapping _ de luxe _ . In the small hours I could have understood it ; but at nine o'clock at night , with Glossop , Mr Abney and myself awake and liable to be met at any moment on the stairs , it was absurd . I marvelled at Smooth Sam 's effrontery . I lay still . I imagined that , being in , he would switch on the electric light .