about eleven o'clock
This sounded mysterious , but Pillot would not enlighten me further , and alone I could make nothing of it . Except on one point , the dwarf talked freely enough , and was a very agreeable gaoler . A true child of Paris , he knew the city well , and having been mixed up in all sorts of adventures , was able to relate numerous startling stories . The time passed pleasantly enough till about eleven o'clock , when he went away , and his place was taken by the man called Pierre . At first I was rather glad of the change , imagining this fellow might be more simple , as indeed he was ; so simple , in fact , that he knew nothing . He was a short man with a massive head , thick neck , broad shoulders , and limbs like those of a gladiator . He sniffed contemptuously at the pistols which Pillot had left , but handled a huge iron-shod club lovingly , and on being spoken to , grunted like a pig .