Robards Harepenny can see into the future. It’s not a psychic power, you understand: Harepenny is not a fortune-teller in the traditional sense. He has a machine.
Its operating principles are lost on me, though Harepenny has explained them at length. It sounded like so much nonsense to my ears. Yet, it works: he cranks the thing to life and while it is sputtering and coughing, one peers into the eyepiece and as if peering through a telescope sees one’s own future.
Poor unlucky Robards means to market it; I think he will be murdered within the week, the fool.