midnight
Twice I have rescued him from an imminent danger which he has not even seen . Once in a restaurant a group of officers , apparently drunk , picked a quarrel and drew swords upon him . I had the less difficulty in getting him away because he fears a broil , or anything that will call down upon him the attention of his wooden-headed cousin in the Embassy . On another occasion as we were coming home toward midnight , a perfectly bogus brawl broke out suddenly all around us . Drummond was unarmed , but his huge fists sent sprawling two or three of his assailants . I had a revolver , and held the rest off , and so we escaped . I wish he was safely back in London again . '