twelve o’clock
Instead of beginning at the first page , he ran the leaves through his fingers , and turned them down at certain places , before he entered on his reading . If Julius had looked over his brother 's shoulder , instead of only looking at him across the table , he would have seen that Geoffrey passed by all the lighter crimes reported in the Calendar , and marked for his own private reading the cases of murder only . THE night had advanced . It was close on twelve o'clock when Anne heard the servant 's voice , outside her bedroom door , asking leave to speak with her for a moment . `` What is it ? '' `` The gentleman down stairs wishes to see you , ma'am . '' `` Do you mean Mr. Delamayn 's brother ? ''