twenty-five
minutes after three
_ The Man in Gray _ The four-faced clock over the information booth on the Upper Level of the Grand Central Station in New York City showed exactly twenty-five minutes after three . Dave Dawson paused in his restless pacing up and down to look at it for the hundredth time in the last half hour . He glared at it , sighed heavily , and made noises deep in his throat . `` Where is that Freddy Farmer guy , anyway ? ''