4:15 in the morning
He could not make it . Still asleep , he ducked out of the fouled sweater , made an ineffectual dab at his mouth , wadded the sweater in a ball , and threw it over in front of the bathroom door . He fell back on the bed , exhausted , and went on with his fitful sleep . * * * * * At 4:15 in the morning a man walked into the station house . His name was Henry Tilton . He was a reporter for the _ Evening Press _ . He waved a greeting to the desk sergeant and went over to kibitz the card game .