DIFFIN 356

_The Extraordinary Story of "Paul," Who for Thirty Days Was Dictator
of the World._

THE EARTHMAN'S BURDEN R. F. STARZL 375

_There is Foul Play on Mercury--until Danny Olear of the Interplanetary
Flying Police Gets After His Man._

THE EXILE OF TIME RAY CUMMINGS 386

_Larry and George from 1935, Mary from 1777--All Are Caught up in the
Treacherous Tugh's Revolt of the Robots in the Time World of 2930._
(Part Three of a Four-Part Novel.)

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The Man From 2071

_By Sewell Peaslee Wright_

[Illustration: _He clutched at the gangway--and fell._]

[Sidenote: Out of the flow of time there appears to Commander John
Hanson a man of mystery from the forgotten past.]

Perhaps this story does not belong with my other tales of the Special
Patrol Service. And yet, there is, or should be, a report somewhere in
the musty archives of the Service, covering the incident.

Not accurately, and not in detail. Among a great mass of old records
which I was browsing through the other day, I happened across that
report; it occupied exactly three lines in the log-book of the
_Ertak_:

"Just before departure, discovered stowaway, apparently
demented, and ejected him."

For the hard-headed higher-ups of the Service, that was report enough.
Had I given the facts, they would have called me to the Base for a
long-winded investigation. It would have taken weeks and weeks, filled
with fussy questioning. Dozens of stoop-shouldered laboratory men
would have prodded and snooped and asked for long, written accounts.
In those days, keeping the log-book was writing enough for me and
bei