"It was like this, sir," began Eves, before Templeton could start; "my friend Templeton devotes a lot of time to trying experiments—working out ideas for useful inventions.  When he heard of that accident to a flying man the other day"—the old gentleman looked interested—"he kept me awake at night talking over an idea for making an aeroplane automatically safe.  I confess I was sceptical, and it’s my fault all this happened, because it was to prove his theory to me that he made a glider; it cost him over £7, sir; and we couldn’t find a better place to try it on than that hilly field.  I’m afraid I was clumsy; at any rate, the thing came to grief——"