midnight
I do n't mean the Kaffirs . I do n't believe they ever get to bed at all -- poor devils ! No , I mean Rosenthall himself , and that pasty-faced beast Purvis . They were up and drinking from midnight , when they came in , to broad daylight , when I cleared out . Even then I left them sober enough to slang each other . By the way , they very nearly came to blows in the garden , within a few yards of me , and I heard something that might come in useful and make Rosenthall shoot crooked at a critical moment . You know what an I. D. B. is ? ''