"Never had any desire to, and besides I wouldn't have the chance," he explained. "There's a time check here,"--and he indicated it. "I have to punch that every half hour all night to prove that I have been awake."
"Dear me, dear me," exclaimed The Thinking Machine, irritably. He went over and examined the time check--a revolving paper disk with hours marked on it, made to move by the action of a clock, the face of which showed in the middle.
"Besides there's the steam gauge to watch," went on the engineer. "No engineer would dare go to sleep. There might be an explosion."
"Do you know Mr. Weldon Henley?" suddenly asked The Thinking Machine.
"Who?" asked Burlingame.
"Weldon Henley?"
"No-o," was the slow response. "Never heard of him. Who is he?"
"One of the tenants, on the second floor, I think."
"Lord, I don't know any of the tenants. What about him?"
"When does the inspector come here to read the meter?"