midnight
I 'm only sorry you were n't there , too , Bunny , old chap . '' I began to be sorry myself , for Raffles was anything but an excitable person , and never had I seen him so excited before . Had he been following Rosenthall 's example ? His coming to my rooms at midnight , merely to tell me about his dinner , was in itself enough to excuse a suspicion which was certainly at variance with my knowledge of A. J. Raffles . `` What did he say ? '' I inquired mechanically , divining some subtler explanation of this visit , and wondering what on earth it could be . `` Say ? ''