two o'clock
The crowd swayed a little to the sound of it . Some kept time with little jerks of the shoulder -- the little hitching movement of the dancer whose blood is filled with the fever of syncopation . Even the crowd flowing down State Street must have caught the rhythm of it , for the room soon filled . At two o'clock the crowd began to thin . Business would be slack , now , until five , when it would again pick up until closing time at six . The fat vocalist put down his megaphone , wiped his forehead , and regarded Terry with a warm blue eye . He had just finished singing `` I 've Wandered Far from Dear Old Mother 's Knee . ''