Sunday at two o'clock
`` Third and last chance , Henry . Otherwise , I 'll mail it back tonight . Just a few hours from now this place , right where we 're standing , 'll look like a sardine-can come to life , and you 'll be taking in money hand over fist , and you 'll be branded forever as -- '' `` Oh , shut up , '' said Henry , affectionately . * * * * * Through the jostling , good-natured crowd which blocked the sidewalk in front of the Orpheum Theatre , that Sunday at two o'clock , a policeman in uniform pushed his way to the ticket-booth . `` Where 's the manager ? '' The ticket-seller bobbed her head backwards . `` First door on the left . ''