about nine o'clock
A Tartar that young woman is , I have no doubt , but she 's a long way off being a fool . She may know _ who _ has done this murder , but I 'll stake my professional reputation , in spite of Mrs. Pool , that she never did it herself . '' A thin , drizzling rain comes on with the night , the trees drip , drip in a feeble melancholy sort of way , the wind has a lugubrious sob in its voice , and it is intensely dark . It is about nine o'clock , when Miss Catheron rises from her place by the sick-bed and goes out of the room . In the corridor she stands a moment , with the air of one who looks , and listens . She sees no one . The dark figure of a woman , who hovers afar off and watches her , is there , but lost in a shadowy corner ; a woman , who since the murder , has never entirely lost sight of her .