one o'clock
In view of what followed , this came rather close to prophecy . The trip west was without incident . I played bridge with a furniture dealer from Grand Rapids , a sales agent for a Pittsburg iron firm and a young professor from an eastern college . I won three rubbers out of four , finished what cigarettes McKnight had left me , and went to bed at one o'clock . It was growing cooler , and the rain had ceased . Once , toward morning , I wakened with a start , for no apparent reason , and sat bolt upright . I had an uneasy feeling that some one had been looking at me , the same sensation I had experienced earlier in the evening at the window .