nine o'clock
`` Shut the door , '' she said , as her keen , wood-wary eyes swept the room . She crossed swiftly to the window and looked out . Her lips curled a little . `` Most of them people has been standin ' out yonder sence nine o'clock , tryin ' to see what sort of lookin ' animile I am , Mr. Gwynne . Hai n't nohody got any work to do ? '' `` Vulgar curiosity , nothing more , '' said he , joining her at the window . '' ` Tai n't ever ' day they get a chance to see a murderer , is it ? ''