about eleven o'clock
in the morning
I brooded over the strangeness of it all until I began to wonder how this other person , whatever or whoever it might be , had ever entered the house . I even began to wonder whether creatures could be drawn from the air and put into the form of flesh and blood . Finally came my chance to look . Three days ago , at about eleven o'clock in the morning , I heard the lock of her door slide over and a moment later she called to me . It was long after I had done her errand and had gone away that I began to be haunted by the thought that there had been no sound of the lock turning again . I heard the voices . I thought of the possibility that I might now softly open the door .