midnight
But how came he to be here ? And how came Dulcie to have told me , less than an hour before , that he was in the house at Hampstead , and asleep there ? Gazing down upon him still , I wondered what really had happened since I had last seen him that evening , and what story he would have to tell me when he awoke . My man had gone to bed , for it was now past midnight . Considering where I had better put Dick to sleep , my glance rested upon some letters lying on the table . Mechanically I picked them up and looked at the handwritings on the envelopes . Nothing of interest , I decided , and I was about to put them down again , unopened , when I noticed there was one from Holt that I had overlooked .