the hour of eleven
`` What was there in that room that for the first time struck an ominous chill as of distinct peril through my veins ? Nothing at first sight , everything at the second . The fire which had not been allowed to die out , still burned brightly on the ruddy hearthstone , but it was not that which awakened my apprehension . Nor was it the loud ticking clock on the mantel-piece with its hand pointing silently to the hour of eleven . Nor yet the heavy quiet of the scantily-furnished room with its one lamp burning on the deal table against the side of the wall . It was the sight of those two powerful men drawn up in grim silence , the one against the door leading to the front hall , the other against that opening into the kitchen . `` A glance at Luttra standing silent and undismayed at my side , however , instantly reassured me .