midnight
Breitmann smothered a laugh and Fitzgerald a curse . `` The quicker we get back to the cellar the better , '' was the former 's observation . And they returned at a clip , scrambling into the cellar as quickly and silently as they could , and made for the upper floors . `` Come into my room , '' said Fitzgerald ; `` it 's only midnight . '' Breitmann agreed . If he had any reluctance , he did not show it . Fitzgerald produced cigars .