8:30 A.M.
`` What do you want ? '' he demanded truculently . `` Any letters for John A. McGlynn ? '' `` This office opens at 8:30 A.M. '' said the clerk , slamming shut the window . Without an instant 's hesitation , and before the man had a chance to retire , McGlynn 's huge fist crashed through the glass and into his face . The crowd had waited patiently ; but now , with a brutal snarl , it surged forward . McGlynn , a pleasant smile on his face , swung slowly about .