4:25
He managed to spend a month each year in the Colorado Rockies angling for speckled beauties . Larner was anything but a clock-watcher , but on a certain bright day in June he was seated in his laboratory doing just that . `` Just five minutes to go , '' he mused . It was just 4:25 P. M . He had finished his work , put his affairs in order , and in five minutes would be free to leave on a much needed and well earned vacation . His bags were packed and at the station . His fishing tackle , the pride of his young life , was neatly rolled in oiled silk and stood near at hand .