seven
in the morning
They never did . The telephone rang . Malone rolled over on the couch and muttered four words under his breath . Was it absolutely necessary for someone to call him at seven in the morning ? He grabbed at the receiver with one hand , and picked up his cigar from the ashtray with the other . It was bad enough to be awakened from a sound sleep -- but when a man had n't been sleeping at all , it was even worse . He 'd been sitting up since before five that morning , worrying about the telepathic spy , and at the moment he wanted sleep more than he wanted phone calls .