midnight
No wonder the servants call this corridor ` the ghost walk . ' Well , me for bed ! '' She had already snapped out the electric light in the bathroom , and now hopped into bed , reaching up to pull the chain of the reading light as she did so . The top of one window was down half-way and the noise of the city at midnight reached her ear in a dull monotone . Back here at the rear of the great mansion , street sounds were faint . In the distance , to the eastward , was the roar of a passing elevated train . An automobile horn hooted raucously .