story. Look out the window of the thirtieth story," he
instructed the police, who had started to recover the body. "He stabbed
himself. He is either dead or dying."

It proved that he was dead.

No engineering firm is responsible for the actions of a madman. So the
Muller Construction Company was given a clean bill of health.

* * * * *

Jenks and Elaine Linane were with the girl's father in his study. They
were asking for the paternal blessing.

Linane was pretending to be hard to convince.

"Now, my daughter," he said, "this young man takes $500 of my good money
by sounding me out, as he calls it. Then he comes along and tries to
take my daughter away from me. It is positively high-handed. It dates
back to the football game--"

"Daddy, dear, don't be like that!" said Elaine, who was on the arm of
his chair with her own arms around him.

"I tell you, Elaine, this dates back to the fall of 1927."

"It dates back to the fall of Eve," said Elaine. "When a girl finds her
man, no power can keep him from her. If you won't give me to Teddy
Jenks, I'll elope with him."

"Well, all right then. Kiss me," said Linane as he turned towards his
radio set.

"One and one makes one," said Teddy Jenks.

Every engineer knows his mathematics.

* * * * *

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The Thief of Time

_By Captain S. P. Meek_

The teller turned to the stacked pile of bills. They were gone!
And no one had been near!

[Illustration: "_That man never entered and stole that money as the
picture shows, unless he managed to make himself invisible._"]

Harvey Winston, paying teller of the First National Bank of Chicago,
stripped the band from a bundle of twenty dollar bills, counted out
seventeen of them and added them to the pile on the counter before him.

"Twelve hundred and thirty-one tens," he read from the payroll change
slip before him. The paymaster of the Cramer Packing Company nodded an
assent and Winston turned to the stacked bills in his rear currency
rack. He picked up a handful of bundles and turned back to the grill.
His gaze swept the counter where, a moment before, he had stacked the
twenties, and his jaw dropped.

"You got those twenties, Mr. Trier?" he asked.