Harry Smith has an eccentric scientist uncle who needs to make some money from his
astonishing invention that can bring one gram of material from the past.
Do you remember the time a few weeks back when all of upper Manhattan and the Bronx were
without electricity for twelve hours because of the damndest overload cut-off in the main
power board? I won’t say we did that, because I am in no mood to be sued for damages.
But I will say this: The electricity went off when my uncle Otton turned the third knob.