midnight
There was something in his soul that would not let him wait until after supper . So he plunged forward into the dusk and swung himself on board a down-town car . He had no small trouble in finding the street , or rather court , in which the old woman lived . He stumbled up the narrow staircase , lighting matches as he went , for the place was dark as midnight . By the time he had climbed four flights he was wondering what in thunder Wittemore came to places like this for ? Just to major in sociology ? Did n't the nut know that he would never make a success in a thing like that ?