Three o'clock
He found Long , his assistant , slumbering sonorously in an armchair in the living-room of his modest suite . The open door to the chamber beyond , sufficiently indicated where his charge had been placed . Long awoke , and stretched himself with a yawn . `` Three o'clock , '' he observed , with a glance at the mantel clock . `` Made a good haul , hey ? Well , your kidnapped beauty is in there , dead to the world . I tied her feet together before I went to sleep .