midnight
And a fur cap ! A sport ! '' Thus time passed until Thursday . And on Thursday , at midnight a number of people entered Yanson 's cell , and one man , with shoulder-straps , said : `` Well , get ready . We must go . '' Yanson , moving slowly and drowsily as before , put on everything he had and tied his muddy-red muffler about his neck . The man with shoulder-straps , smoking a cigarette , said to some one while watching Yanson dress : `` What a warm day this will be .