midnight
Argo had appeared on the spider bridge ; he was pacing back and forth . Did he suspect anything ? We could not tell , but it seemed not . It was the midnight hour ; a brilliant white flash swept the city to mark it . In a low corner of the balcony , behind the glow of our barrage , we crouched together , whispering excitedly . But cautiously , for we knew that the microphonic ears of a jailor might be upon us . The Princess Maida -- here in Tarrano 's hands !