about two o’clock in the
morning
I 'd made my plan whilst I was waiting for her . The papers were safe so far , but I could n't take the risk of leaving them there any longer . They might throw that magazine away any minute . I lay awake waiting until I judged it must be about two o'clock in the morning . Then I got up as softly as I could , and felt in the dark along the left-hand wall . Very gently , I unhooked one of the pictures from its nail -- Marguerite with her casket of jewels . I crept over to my coat and took out the magazine , and an odd envelope or two that I had shoved in .