"I know. Our clock struck the quarter to whilst we looked at them comin' down the street."
"At them or at him?"
"At him, I mean."
"Can't stick to his own story," Olson grunted.
"A slip of the tongue. I meant him."
"And Jack and the lady were three or four minutes behind him?" Kirby reiterated.
"Yes."
"Was your clock exactly right?"
"May be five minutes fast. It gains."
"You know they turned in at the Paradox?"