midnight
But he shuddered as he saw the airy line of the arch of Brooklyn Bridge and the gleaming beacons below , where vice and virtue , craft and candor , stupid drudge and lazy child of luxury had all forgotten the cares of the weary day . He started in alarm as the hoarse siren of the `` Mesopotamia '' screamed out its bellowing note of departure . A spasm of rage shook his trembling frame . He challenged some dark spectre seemingly floating on the midnight winds . `` Down , down , '' he growled . `` You are gone forever , under the black waters . Never to rise , and there 's not a weak joint in my armor .