midnight
If I liked ! I shoved the paper across to Foulet who read it and carelessly twisted it into a spill to light his cigar . But his hand shook ever so slightly . Needless to say we went to the flying field shortly after midnight . Bruce was there , pacing up and down restlessly . Near him was a huge tri-motored biplane , its motor humming in readiness . `` I 've put a man on the trail in my place , '' Brice told us briefly .