eleven o'clock
They knew _ she _ could n't have done it , of course , but then how strange that she should have been there at all ! The story had gained balloon-like expanse by this time , and speculation was more than rife . But here was Duane with a new grievance which , when put into Duane 's English , reduced itself to this : `` Why , it was like as if Bugs wanted to get rid of me and expected somebody else , '' and this they well remembered later . Nobody else was observed going to Blakely 's front door , at least , but at eleven o'clock he himself could still be dimly heard and seen pacing steadily up and down his piazza , apparently alone and deep in thought . His lights , too , were turned down , a new man from the troop having asked for and assumed the duties formerly devolving on the wretch Downs , now doing time within the garrison prison . Before eleven , however , this new martial domestic had gone upstairs to bed and Blakely was all alone , which was as he wished it , for he had things to plan and other things to think of that lifted him above the possibility of loneliness . Down the line of officers ' quarters only in two or three houses could lights be seen .