about one in the morning
`` No , '' he exclaimed , with a burst of rage , `` you do not dread them , woman , because you are a witch , and summon them ; nor shall we be free from these wizardries until the fire has you and your company . '' `` If so , '' replied Emlyn coolly , `` I will ask dead Andrew for his message to you next time we meet , unless he chooses to deliver it to you himself . '' So they parted , but that very night there happened the worst thing of all . It was about one in the morning when the Abbot , whose window was set open , was wakened by a voice that spoke with a Scotch accent and repeatedly called him by his name , summoning him to look out and see . He and others rose and looked , but could see nothing , for the night was very dark and rain fell . When the dawn came , however , their search was rewarded , for there , set upon a pinnacle of the Abbey church , and staring straight into the window of his Lordship 's sleeping-room , from which it was but a few yards distant , was the dreadful head of Andrew Woods ! Furiously the Abbot asked who had done this horrible thing , but the monks , who were sure that it was the same being that had bewitched the cows , only shrugged their shoulders , and suggested that the grave of Andrew should be opened to see if he had lost his head .