You say you've got to get there at seven, and it's only a quarter to four now.

Where do you live?
What's your name ?' Easton gave his name and address and began repeating the story about the clock having stopped.
'What you say may be all right or it may not,' interrupted the policeman.

'I'm not sure but that I ought to take you to the station.
All I know about you is that I find you loitering outside this shop.
What have you got in that basket ?' 'Only my breakfast,' Easton said, opening the basket and displaying its contents.
'I'm inclined to believe what you say,' said the policeman, after a pause.

'But to make quite sure I'll go home with you.

It's on my beat, and I don't want to run you in if you're what you say you are, but I should advise you to buy a decent clock, or you'll be getting yourself into trouble.' When they arrived at the house Easton opened the door, and after making some entries in his note-book the officer went away, much to the relief of Easton, who went upstairs, set the hands of the clock right and started it going again.