one o'clock
Controlling the shock this apparition gave him , Larkin placed his finger on his lips and whispered in a tone so low it was scarcely more than a breath : `` Did you get the fellow outside ? '' Sims nodded . `` There 's another one in the dining-room just outside my door . He ought to be relieved at one o'clock , but he 'll have to go out and wake up his relief . He 'll go out the kitchen door , and when he does nab him , but do n't let him yell . Now pass me a gun . '' Without a sound , Sims inserted a long .45 between the clumsy bars , and followed it with a cartridge belt .