about eleven o'clock
Comings and goings on my ceiling until I could n't sleep , not because they were so noisy , but because they were so soft . Like ugly whispers . Is Monkey the friend you got the deal on with , Getaway ? '' `` We just sat up there talking old times -- '' `` And Muggs , about eleven o'clock , sneaking up through the halls , dressed like the messenger boy again . I saw him when I peeked out of the door to see who it was tiptoeing . Getaway , for God 's sake -- '' He closed over her wrist then , his face extremely pointed . It was a bony face , so narrow that the eyes and the cheek bones had to be pitched close , and his black hair , usually so shiny , was down in a bang now , because it was damp , and to Marylin there was something sinister in that dip of bang which frightened her .