THE BARBER. Yes, the meeting.
THE CUSTOMER. (Looking at the clock) Twenty-five minutes past!
I'm ruined! I'm ruined!
THE BARBER. (Half to himself) I didn't kill you, no! I left you your life, but I made it worthless! I broke you! I broke you!
THE CUSTOMER. (Has crossed stealthily to the door) Kilburn!
THE BARBER. (Startled at the sudden change in his voice) Yes?
THE CUSTOMER. (Hysterically) Thought I was a fool, did you?
Thought I'd tell you the real time of the meeting?
THE BARBER. What do you mean?
THE CUSTOMER. (Shrieking) You ass! You idiot! The meeting doesn't begin till three-thirty!
THE BARBER. (Calmly) Is that all? Well, the clock (pointing to it) is half an hour slow.