seven o'clock
Gerald 's note-book and pencil came into play again later on that night . It was five in the morning before he crept into bed , tired out and cold as a stone . = = = = = `` Master Gerald ! '' -- it was Eliza 's voice in his ears -- `` it 's seven o'clock and another fine day , and there 's been another burglary -- My cats alive ! '' she screamed , as she drew up the blind and turned towards the bed ; `` look at his bed , all crocked with black , and him not there ! Oh , Jimminy ! '' It was a scream this time .