midnight
That 's your room . You can look right away and see Mull one side and Skye the other . '' Kenneth half pushed his visitor into a bed-room , banged the door , and went off at a run , leaving Max Blande standing helpless and troubled just inside , and heartily wishing he was at home in Russell Square . Not that the place was uncomfortable , for it was well furnished , but he was tired and faint for want of food ; everything was strange ; the wind and sea were playing a mournful duet outside -- an air in a natural key which seemed at that moment more depressing than a midnight band or organ in Bloomsbury on a foggy night . But he had no time for thinking . Expecting every moment to hear the gong sound again , and in nervous dread of keeping his host waiting , he hurriedly changed , and was a long way on towards ready when there was a bang at the door . `` May I come in ? ''