“Honest? I make it three minutes slow.” He held his own timepiece up in evidence. The youth smiled ironically.
“Better speak to the President about it,” he advised. “He just set that clock this morning.”
“Wouldn’t he be too busy to see me?” asked the other doubtfully.
“Naw, he never does nothin’! He’d be glad to know about it.”
“Well, I’m sure I think he ought to know. I guess he wouldn’t want folks to be too early and miss their trains!” He smiled politely and moved away, leaving the news-stand youth to smile derisively and murmur: “Dippy Dick!”
The sign “Information” above a booth in the center of the concourse met his gaze and he turned his steps toward it. “Will you please give me a timetable showing the train service between New York and Greenbank?” he asked gently.
“Greenbank, where?” demanded the official bruskly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Come on! Greenbank, Connecticut? Greenbank, Rhode Island? Greenbank——”