He was there several minutes ahead of time, and compared his watch by a clock in a church tower a block away.

He had no knowledge of how he was to be approached, or identified, but his being requested to bring a bag containing evening clothes, somehow suggested riding, rather than walking, and consequently his eyes followed more or less intently the constant stream of automobiles.
He grew restless, and more doubtful as the moments slipped past.

Surely he could not have mistaken the place of appointment or the hour?
He glanced at the scene to again reassure himself.

No, that was impossible; the park name was plainly decipherable beside the entrance, and his watch coincided exactly with the clock in the tower.

He stood beside his bag, staring up and down the boulevard, permitting his eyes to occasionally wander to the scene within the enclosure.