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`` Plenty of time , is there ? '' Griswold asked . `` Oh , yes ; did n't I tell you ? Your train leaves the Terminal at eleven-thirty ; but you can get into the sleeper any time after eight o'clock . '' The guest had crossed the lobby to the café , and the clerk was still dallying with the memories stirred up by the mention of his boyhood home , when a little man with weak eyes and a face that out-caricatured all the caricatures of the Irish , sidled up to the registry desk . The round-bodied clerk knew him and spoke in terms of accommodation . `` What is it , Patsy ? ''