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.
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