Arthur Leacock has his eye on his boss, young Robert Ernsohn, who has invented a time machine
and is about to try it out on himself. Young professors, such as Robert, are not to be
trusted with the young girls on campus.
I found the story to be quite a scary character
sketch of Arthur, but was disapponted that the time travel aspect dealt with that worn-out
aspect of the Earth moving away from the time traveler.
The machine, the time machine, was ready for operation. It was clean and had been checked
over for a week; all the parts which were doubtful had been replaced, and on a trial run
yesterday it had performed perfectly. Robert’s sweater—obert’s, of course, not
Arthur’s—had been sent two days into the future and had come back. It had been sent
six months and then five years into the future, and it had still come back. But of course
Arthur had never doubted that it would.