eight o'clock
And now , unlike that other night when she had first paid a visit to the place , she made no effort at concealment as she entered the driveway . She walked quickly , and as she emerged into the courtyard itself she saw a light in the window of the junk shop . Rhoda Gray nodded her head . It was still quite early , still almost twilight -- not more than eight o'clock . Back there , on that squalid doorstep where the old woman and the old man had stood , it had still been quite light . The long summer evening had served at least to sear , somehow , those two faces upon her mind . It was singular that they should intrude themselves at this moment !