Stephen Law

Today I journeyed to Richmond, to the laboratory of the time traveller. I was welcomed into the house by the courteous Mrs Watchett, his housekeeper. Mrs Watchett showed me into the drawing room where a fire was blazing. She explained that the time traveller was travelling through time even as she spoke, and that if we should pass through the next door into his laboratory, I would discover the awful truth about his time machine. The housekeeper led me through a door into an amazing Victorian laboratory filled with experimental equipment. But the most astonishing thing of all was that there, sat in the saddle of his glittering brass, ivory, and crystal machine, was the time traveller himself . “I thought you were off travelling in time!” I gasped. There was no reply from the time traveller. In fact, he remained strangely motionless. "He can’t hear you," explained Mrs Watchett. “But you said he was travelling in time? I said. “He is,” replied Mrs Watchett. "But what my ge...