nine o'clock
You can get a boy to look up your train schedule . '' Train ! Schedule ! Across Jock McChesney 's mind there flashed a vision of himself , alert , confident , brisk , taking the luxurious nine o'clock for Philadelphia . Or , maybe , the Limited to Chicago . Dashing down to the station in a taxi , of course . Strolling down the car aisle to take his place among those other thoroughbreds of commerce -- men whose chamois gloves and walking sticks , and talk of golf and baseball and motoring spelled elegant leisure , even as their keen eyes and shrewd faces and low-voiced exchange of such terms as `` stocks , '' and `` sales '' and `` propositions '' proclaimed them intent on bagging the day 's business .