King of the Air Or, to Morocco on an Aeroplane

Mr. John Greatorex was very wealthy, and very obstinate. He had made a large fortune as a manufacturer of chemicals, but disclaimed any knowledge of chemistry. He had dabbled a little in mechanics, and was convinced that he possessed an accurate practical knowledge of its applications. Consequently, when his new motor-car arrived, he saw no necessity to take a chauffeur with him on its trial spin. He was like a child with a new toy, jealous of participation. "My dear," said Mrs. Greatorex, as she handed him his motor goggles, "are you sure you will not take Timothy? What if it breaks down?"