midnight
said Skippy , referring to the dream . `` Bar rooms and gambling dens , dark lanterns , hold-ups , racetracks and -- '' `` Wake up , wake up ! '' `` It 's all in the dream , '' said Skippy sulkily . Then he remembered that all through the hideous phantasmagoria , in the smoky mists of low gambling dens , in the drizzle of midnight conclaves , across the sepulchral silences of leaden prisons , there had flitted the beatific vision of an angel with velvety eyes and the softest of lisps . `` Well , go on , '' said Snorky . `` Ca n't remember any more , '' said Skippy . Her name must be shielded at every cost .