midnight
Good luck ! '' They shook hands and turned their backs on each other with sailor repression in the matter of the emotions . The young man went on his way , wondering in numbed despair how he could have left Alma Marston with merely a curt word of farewell . Mayo lurked that evening in the purlieus of Jersey City , and entered the metropolis after midnight on a ferryboat which had few passengers and afforded him a dark corner where he was alone . He found lodgings in humble quarters on the East Side . In the morning he nerved himself to the ordeal of appearing in the streets . His belief in his own innocence made his suffering greater as he waited for the clap of a heavy hand on his shoulder and the summons of an officer 's voice .