“Sorry to take up your time,” went on the man, “but I just had to see you.  No one else will do.  I’ve heard lots about you.  That was a great stunt you pulled off, getting those giants for the circus.  This is one; isn’t he?” and he nodded toward Koku.

“Yes,” replied Tom, wondering if the little man was in such a hurry why he did not get down to business.

“I thought so,” the caller went on, as he shook hands with Tom.  “Once you felt his grip you’d know he was a giant, even if you didn’t see him.  Yes, that was a great stunt.  And going to the caves of ice, too, and that diamond-making affair.  All of ’em great.  I—­”

“How did you know about them?” interrupted Tom, wishing the man would tell his errand.

“Oh, you’re better known than you have any idea of, Tom Swift.  As soon as I got this idea of mine I said right away, to some of the others in my business, I says, says I, ’Tom Swift is the boy for us.  I’ll get him to undertake this work, and then it will be done to the Queen’s taste.  Tom’s the boy who can do it,’ I says, and they all agreed with me.  So I came here to-day, and I’m sorry I had to wait to see you, for I’m the busiest man in the world, I believe, and, as I said, I’ve lost about a thousand dollars waiting to have a talk with you.  I—­”

“I am sorry,” interrupted Tom, and he was not very cordial.  “But I was busy, and—­”

“All right!  All right!  Don’t apologize!” broke in the man in rapid tones, while both Tom, and his servant, Koku, looked in surprise at the quick flow of language that came from him.  “Don’t apologize for the world.  It’s my fault for bothering you.  And I’ll lose several thousand dollars, willingly, if you’ll undertake this job.  I’ll make money from it as it is.  It’s worth ten thousand dollars to you, I should say, and I’m willing to pay that.”

He looked about, as though for a seat, and Tom, apologizing for his neglect in offering one, shoved a box forward.

“We don’t have chairs in here,” said the young inventor with a smile.  “Now if you will tell me what you—­”

“I’m coming right to it.  I’ll get down to business in a moment,” interrupted the man as he sat down on the box, not without a grunt or two, I for he was very stout.  “I’m going to introduce myself in just a second, and then I’m going to tell you who I am.  And I hope you’ll take up my offer, though it may seem a strange one.”

The man took out a pocketbook, and began searching through it, evidently for some card or paper.

“He’s as odd as Mr. Damon is, when he’s blessing everything,” mused Tom, as he watched the man.

“I thought I had a card with me, but I haven’t,” the visitor went on.  “No matter.  I’m James Period—­promoter of all kinds of amusement enterprises, from a merry-go-’round to a theatrical performance.  I want you to—­”

“No more going after giants,” interrupted.  Tom.  “It’s too dangerous, and I haven’t time—­”