eleven o'clock
Two women from the neighborhood sat up with it , assisted by Suzanne and Raymonde . Downstairs , young Isidore Beautrelet slept on the bench in the old oratory , under the watchful eye of the village policeman , who had been attached to his person . Outside , the gendarmes , the farmer and a dozen peasants had taken up their position among the ruins and along the walls . All was still until eleven o'clock ; but , at ten minutes past eleven , a shot echoed from the other side of the house . `` Attention ! '' roared the sergeant . `` Two men remain here : you , Fossier -- and you , Lecanu -- The others at the double ! ''