midnight
How does he know , and why does he haunt this house , whispering through chinks and crevices , as if there was that between him and you , which neither durst so much as speak aloud of ? Who is he ? ' ` You do well to say he haunts this house , ' returned the widow , faintly . ` His shadow has been upon it and me , in light and darkness , at noonday and midnight . And now , at last , he has come in the body ! ' ` But he would n't have gone in the body , ' returned the locksmith with some irritation , ` if you had left my arms and legs at liberty . What riddle is this ? '