was it the Witching hour of night, have no idea till now! It was happened a long time ago in an outskirts of an old fashioned town. Where owls went out and Foxes started their pace and howls just after the Sun went down in the horizon. There dusk meant rattling of various unknown creatures whom we dare to face even in the day light!
In true sense, it was a dark, moonless, mid night! It seemed there was no one sleepless. Normally, Tintin liked to be up at late night but that night she was tired.