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″I wish Central Bank would be robbed,″ George Pickens said to himself. He had been making this wish daily from the time he had started work as a teller at the bank.

      All over the country banks were being robbed, George thought sourly. Why not this bank？ Were robbers scornful of its four －million － dollar capital？ Were they afraid of Mr. Ackerman, the old bank guard, who hadn＇t pulled out his gun in twenty－two years？

Of course, George had a reason for wanting the bank to be robbed. After all, he couldn＇t simply take the thick bundles of bills that were under his hands all day long. So he had thought of another way to get them. His plan was simple. It went like this：

If Bank Robber A holds up Bank Teller B…

And if Bank Teller B gives Bank Robber A a certain amount of money…

What is to prevent Bank Teller B from keeping all the money left and claiming that it was stolen by Bank RobberA？There was only one problem. Where was Bank RobberA？

One morning George entered the bank feeling something was about to happen.″Good morning,Mr. Burrows.″ he said cheerfully. The bank president muttered something and went into his office.

At two o＇clock Bank Robber A walkedin. George knew he was a bank robber. For one thing, he slunkin. For another thing, he wore a mask.

″This is a holdup.″ the man said roughly. He took a pistol from his pocket. The guard made a small sound.″You,″the bank robber said,″lie down on the floor.″Mr. Ackerman lay down. The robber stepped over to George＇s cage.