Nothing demanded decision. The decision was made for him. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder and felt it turn him so that he faced--His mind came back to his surroundings like a snapped rubber band. A policeman! "What's the idea?" demanded the latter. "What idea?" asked Bronson. "Counterfeit money." "That isn't it--" The policeman laughed nastily. "Looks perfect," he admitted. "But I might point out that E. Thomas Froman is not the secretary of the United States Treasury." "Huh?" grunted Bronson. "A perfect counterfeit excepting that the wrong fellow signed it," snapped the policeman. "What's the idea, fellow? I take it you don't mind counterfeiting but dislike being jailed for forgery?" "I don't get it." "You will," smiled the policeman with great self-satisfaction. "Come along. Counterfeit money is a bad thing to have in your possession." Bronson cursed himself. He had even more. Anticipating distastefully his second visit to the police station in as many days, Ed Bronson emerged from the squad car behind the policeman. This was one of the basic differences. This was not by far the same place he had been in before and the seriousness of his position made Ed Bronson smile whimsically. If not the only one ever to do it, he believed himself at least the first man ever to be jailed in two jails on two worlds--or on one world separated by only time. It was "doing time" with a vengeance! With the policeman following him, Bronson went into the building, upstairs and into a room filled with scientific equipment. His quick mind decided that, on this world, advances had also been made in criminology. But he was forced to wait and see, for none of the equipment made sense to Bronson. What the police did with it, how it separated criminal from citizen, Bronson had no idea. "--passed a twenty dollar bill signed by E. Thomas Froman as Secretary of the United States Treasury," said the policeman. "Clever of you, officer." "Thank you. The shopkeeper merely assumed it to be counterfeit. I knew better." "This, officer, is Ed Bronson--of Earth One," said Kingston. Bronson jumped visibly. They knew him! Then he realized that they must certainly know him because they had kidnaped him through the barrier in time. This, of course, was erroneous, for it had been Virginia's machinations that had brought him here. On the other hand, the error made little difference so far as its end-result went, for it was true that they knew him and also that they were quite glad to have him under their thumbs. "So you're the birds who grabbed me?" he said brashly. * * * * * Kingston grinned wolfishly. He saw little reason for letting Bronson know that another had accomplished what he himself had wanted. "We're glad to see you," said Kingston. "No doubt," snapped Bronson. "The pleasure is all yours." "Don't be petty," laughed Kingston.