three in the morning
That was all right . They like that sort of thing down there . The neighbours ca n't get to sleep unless there 's someone dancing Hawaiian dances over their heads . But on Fifty-seventh Street the atmosphere was n't right , and when Motty turned up at three in the morning with a collection of hearty lads , who only stopped singing their college song when they started singing `` The Old Oaken Bucket , '' there was a marked peevishness among the old settlers in the flats . The management was extremely terse over the telephone at breakfast-time , and took a lot of soothing . The next night I came home early , after a lonely dinner at a place which I 'd chosen because there did n't seem any chance of meeting Motty there . The sitting-room was quite dark , and I was just moving to switch on the light , when there was a sort of explosion and something collared hold of my trouser-leg .