one-twelve
in the morning
Alone , the little man rolled appealing eyes heavenward . Then he shrugged in resignation , and trotted over to the guichet . Lanyard , now with no fear of being recognised , ranged alongside and listened openly . It seemed that , booked for Paris on the rapide to leave at one-twelve in the morning , this lesser rascal had been assigned a certain sleeping-car berth . Business of displaying the ticket : identified by Lanyard as the object over which the conference had split . Now , however , it appeared that a friend was to journey to Paris by the same train , but in another sleeping-car . It was greatly desired by both that they be separated no farther than necessity might dictate , that this reservation might be exchanged for another in the same carriage with the friend .