Private detective Fergus O’Breen investigates Harrison Patrigde, inventor and
ne’er-do-well, who accidentally invents a short-range time machine, causing him to envision
how the world (and the lovely Faith Preston) will admire him if only he can get enough money
to build a bigger version (perhaps via a murder with the time machine providing an alibi).
Time can pass quickly when you are absorbed in your work, but not so quickly as all that.
Mr. Partridge looked at his pocket watch. It said nine thirty-one. Suddely, in the space
of seconds, the best chronometer available had gained forty-two minutes.