ten minutes past four
He rolled down the stairs to the street , stood a moment in front of Humphrey 's , drew a sudden breath that was almost a gasp , waddled into the store , advanced directly on the soda fountain , and with a blazing red face and angrily triumphant eyes confronted Billy Simmons . `` I 'll take a chocolate marshmallow nut sundae , '' he said . `` And you need n't be stingy with the marshmallow , either ! '' * * * * * At ten minutes past four , the anxious Antis in the Remington living-room heard the candidate for district attorney running down the stairs , and even Mrs. Brewster-Smith was hushed . The candidate stopped , however , on the landing . They heard him lift the telephone receiver . He called a number .