six o'clock
`` Thank you , '' said Susan , hanging up the receiver . She drew a deep breath of relief . She left the hotel by the women 's entrance in Broadway . It was six o'clock . The sky was clear -- a typical New York sky with air that intoxicated blowing from it -- air of the sea -- air of the depths of heaven . A crescent moon glittered above the Diana on the Garden tower . It was Saturday night and Broadway was thronged -- with men eager to spend in pleasure part of the week 's wages or salary they had just drawn ; with women sparkling-eyed and odorous of perfumes and eager to help the men .