two o'clock
I went home filled with a desire to help her in every way I could , and though I went to my room at once , I could not think of sleep . I felt like planning ways to put the police off the track or finding some method of making them cease their hunt for Vicky Van . I went down to the library , and sat down for a smoke and a revery . And I sat there until very late , after two o'clock , in fact , without getting any nearer a plan than I was at the start . It was nearly three , when I concluded that I could sleep at last . I stood by the front window a moment , looking over at Vicky Van 's house , across the street , and a few doors from our own . As I looked at the darkened dwelling , I saw the front door slowly open .