midnight
He was in a specialty jewelry business and made only a few large towns in my territory . Every time I boarded a train I would look all through it for those sandy whiskers . It was lucky that he wore that color ; it made the search easy . I even looked for him after midnight -- not only going through the day coaches , but asking the Pullman porters if such a man was aboard . I woke up more than one red - whiskered man out of his slumbers and asked him : `` Is your name Mason ? '' One of them wanted to lick me for bothering him , but he laughed so loudly when , in apologizing , I told him the reason for my search that he woke up the whole car . I never found him this way , and not having his address , I could only wait .