The Man Who Killed Time

In the shabby, dusty office, just overlooking one of the least busy streets in town, sat the Detective owner of the establishment.
You wouldn�t think it by looking at his head, as usual lowered as to almost touch his desk while perusing some paper or other, that this man, yes, actually this man, had killed Time.

Or will kill Time.

Or is killing Time, this very moment (the ordering is always the trickiest bit).