ten p.m.
`` Great air up here , '' remarked Mr. Max , rubbing his hands before the fire . `` Ought to be pumped down into the region of the white lights . It sure would stir things up . '' `` It would put out the lights at ten p.m. , '' answered Mr. Magee , `` and inculcate other wholesome habits of living disastrous to the restaurant impresarios . '' Miss Norton rose and ascended the stairs . Still the protesting Magee was at her heels . At the head of the stair she turned .