It's Always Murder O'Clock...Somewhen!"
"I am going to kill you with a time machine." That's what that ridiculous hack, Blettens, had said. He always flailed toward the contrived, the "clever." In fact, that was what the argument that inspired his threat was about. "Yet another Inspector Grouponly mystery, MacFlusch?" Blettens had sneered, "'Oh, we thought he was killed at at 6:15, but it was really 6:05!' That's your go-to, isn't it?" "Falsifying the time of death is one of the most reliable tools for a establishing a phony alibi in a writer's toolkit. One that's grounded in reality, that is. Not some Rube Goldbrick gimmickry, like certain writers of my acquaintance." "Goldberg. And my 'gimmickry' is at least an honest attempt to drive the genre forward, away from the tired old locked rooms you seem to have retired into." "Oh, you're driving the genre forward alright, straight into the poorhouse. How were the sales on ...