midnight
`` Might make people suspicious , you know . '' `` Impossible , '' the robot said with mechanical surety . `` I brushed against it and it is now unserviceable . '' With this assurance I pulled off my flashy clothes and slipped into the midnight black dress uniform of an admiral in the League Grand Fleet . It came complete with decorations , gold bullion , and all the necessary documents . I thought it a little showy myself , but it was just the thing to make the right impression on Cittanuvo . Like many other planets , this one was uniform-conscious .