11 p.m.
I know it 's about Covent Garden somewhere . '' Together they went up the crowded Strand , Jack enjoying every minute of the bustling walk to the Garden and imagining that he was a very much daring young desperado to be so far from his little white bunk at St. Amory 's . He would have been usually fast asleep by this time . The Universal Sporting Club was not a difficult place to find , and though all its windows were lighted up , upon its fast shut doors were two little notices : `` This door will be open at 11 p.m. None but members and friends admitted . '' `` Well , '' said Acton , `` we 've got about twenty minutes before there 's any particular need to begin our watch for Raffles , but some of the members are hanging round now . The early birds get the best perch for the show . On the whole , perhaps you 'd better prowl about this door now , whilst I go round the corner and see if I can run our fox to his earth . ''