“In that respect,” said I, with a sudden change of key, “it resembles your balloon. But I admire the obstinacy of your suspicions; since, as a matter of fact, I am Champdivers.”
“The mur——”
“Certainly not. I killed the man in fair duel.”
“Ha!” he eyed me with sour distrust. “That is what you have to prove.”
“Man alive, you don’t expect me to demonstrate it up here, by the simple apparatus of ballooning?”
“There is no talk of ‘up here,’” said he, and reached for the valve-string.
“Say ‘down there,’ then. Down there it is no business of the accused to prove his innocence. By what I have heard of the law, English or Scotch, the boot is on the other leg. But I’ll tell you what I can prove. I can prove, sir, that I have been a deal in your company of late; that I supped with you and Mr. Dalmahoy no longer ago than Wednesday. You may put it that we three are here together again by accident; that you never suspected me; that my invasion of your machine was a complete surprise to you, and, so far as you were concerned, wholly fortuitous. But ask yourself what any intelligent jury is likely to make of that cock-and-bull story.” Mr. Byfield was visibly shaken. “Add to this,” I proceeded, “that you have to explain Sheepshanks; to confess that you gulled the public by advertising a lonely ascension, and haranguing a befooled multitude to the same intent, when, all the time, you had a companion concealed in the car. ‘A public character!’ you call yourself! My word, sir! there’ll be no mistake about it, this time.”
I paused, took breath, and shook a finger at him:—
“Now just you listen to me, Mr. Byfield. Pull that string, and a sadly discredited aëronaut descends upon the least charitable of worlds. Why, sir, in any case your game in Edinburgh is up. The public is dog-tired of you and your ascensions, as any observant child in to-day’s crowd could have told you. The truth was there staring you in the face; and next time even your purblind vanity must recognise it. Consider; I offered you two hundred guineas for the convenience of your balloon. I now double that offer on condition that I become its owner during this trip, and that you manipulate it as I wish. Here are the notes; and out of the total you will refund five pounds to Mr. Sheepshanks.”
Byfield’s complexion had grown streaky as his balloon; and with colours not so very dissimilar. I had stabbed upon his vital self-conceit, and the man was really hurt.