eleven o'clock
Here and there strolled the white-uniformed police guards ; occasionally soldiers hurried barracksward ; now and then belated citizens moved through the dense shadows on the sidewalks , but the Americans saw still life in its reality . Returning from their stroll beside the castle-walls , far to the west of where they had entered the grounds that afternoon , they paused in the middle of Castle Avenue , near the main gate , and looked down the dark , deserted street . Far away could be seen the faint glare from their hotel ; one or two street-lamps burned in the business part of the city ; aside from these evidences of life there was nothing but darkness , silence , peacefulness about them everywhere . `` Think of Paris or New York at eleven o'clock , '' said Lorry , a trifle awed by the solitude of the sleeping city . `` It 's as dead as a piece of prairie-land , '' said his friend . `` ` Gad , it makes me sleepy to look down that street . It 's a mile to the hotel , too , Lorry .