Of those who had come from England to witness the great attempt, Sir John Perinder, the proprietor of the _Daily Recorder_, was the most eminent. A well-built, clear-eyed man, his manner was volatile to a ridiculous extent, and had earned for him the title of the greatest hustler in the universe. Naturally he asked Benny to dinner at the Palace, and with him Brother Jack and the Abbé Villari, of whom he heard with much interest. These had been but a little while at the table when they discovered that their host knew a great deal about aviation, and had the clearest perceptions as to the future of flying. At the same time he did not deceive himself by any of those futile prophecies in which unthinking men delight. "You fellows are about to give us a new sport," he said bluntly, "young men will fly because they are tired of motoring. There will be a fine trade with the war-offices of Europe, but the rest I don’t see. None of us now living will take aeroplanes where we now take cabs. That’s foolish talk; the world will prefer _terra firma_ to the air, just as it prefers _terra firma_ to the sea. Do you think I would go to America on a ship if I could travel in a train? You know that I wouldn’t. And so with your airships, good enough for their own purposes, but limited by the factor of personal courage. Why, I wouldn’t go up in one for a thousand, and I’ll warrant Monsieur l’Abbé here wouldn’t go up for two." Here, however, he met a tough adversary. The abbé had followed the movement with interest from the beginning. He had even built a machine of his own, and purposed to show it at Rome in the spring of the year. His optimism baffled the blunt baronet, who brushed it aside with a jest, and went on to speak of to-morrow’s flight. "If you win," he said to Benny, "you’ll do the greatest thing ever done by man. I’ve been a climber for twenty years, and never did I think that a man would look down on what I’ve looked up to with awe. You’ll do that to-morrow if you succeed. You’re going to see the Alps as no man has ever seen them since the world dropped out of the sun. That’s something to sleep on, Mr. Benson; it’s something to take with you on your journey. I’d give ten thousand pounds to see it myself—twenty thousand for the courage which would let me do what you are going to do. It’s a safe offer. There isn’t a greater coward living where a height is concerned, and yet I climb mountains. Explain that if you can."