nine o’clock
On the top shelf sat the old cloth dog . Its shoe-button eyes looked glazed with sleep , but its ears were quite alert . Very cautiously the Crown Prince unlocked the door , stepped precariously to the lower shelf of the cabinet , hung there by one royal hand , and lifted the dog down . At nine o'clock the wet-nurse took off his sword in another room and leaned it against a chair . Then he examined his revolver , in accordance with a formula prescribed by the old King . Then he went in and examined the room with a flashlight , and listened to the Crown Prince 's breathing . He had been a croupy baby .