midnight
Well , she told herself , she did not care -- so long as Jack Barrow 's ears were not assailed by talk . She smiled at that , for she could picture the reception any scandal peddler would get from _ him _ . The next day 's papers contained the obituary of Mr. Andrew Bush . He had died shortly after midnight . And despite the fact that she held no grudge , Hazel felt a sense of relief . He was powerless to annoy or persecute her , and she could not escape the conviction that he would have attempted both had he lived . She had now been idle a matter of days .