When the issue was out, Clocker waited around the main newsstands on Broadway.
Saddened and defeated, Clocker went through his accumulated mail.
"Okay, you were right and I was wrong," Clocker told the board of directors.
Clocker lifted himself out of the chair and went to the door.
Unable to see the direction of the con, Clocker felt irritated.
Clocker put in a call for Barnes at the box office of the Center.
Clocker's bank balance was sick, the circulation of his tip sheet gone.
Clocker's impulse to blurt the whole story was stopped at the gate.
Clocker says it's the same with the others and I take his word.
"I didn't expect you to believe me," said Clocker despairingly.