twelve o'clock
Kerkel had murdered her ; she knew it ; she could n't tell why , but she knew it . Perhaps he was jealous , who knows ? At any rate , he ought to be arrested . And by twelve o'clock , as I said , a new rumor ran through the crowd , which seemed to confirm the little woman in her rash logic . Kerkel had been arrested , and a waistcoat stained with blood had been found in his room ! By half-past twelve the rumor ran that he had confessed the crime . This , however , proved on inquiry to be the hasty anticipation of public indignation .