NOON
The music followed him to the street , where he turned westward toward the river , and presently , as he walked on , fanning himself with his straw hat , it faded and was gone . But the voice he had heard returned . `` REMEMBER ! ACROSS MAIN STREET BRIDGE AT NOON ! '' it said again , close to his ear . This time he did not start . `` All right , '' he answered , wiping his forehead ; `` if you 'll let me alone , I 'll be there . ''