eleven o'clock
The nearest footpath led to the village . The other led to the highroad and the river . Arriving at the west entrance I found the door open -- swinging to and fro slowly in the fresh morning breeze . I had myself locked and bolted that door after admitting my fair friend at eleven o'clock . A vague dread of something wrong stole its way into my mind . I hurried back to the stables . I looked into my own room .