"So I have been working out a sort of
modified gyroscope, and it seems to answer the
purpose. I have already received advance orders
for a number of my devices from abroad, and as
they are destined to save lives I feel that I ought
to keep on with my work.

"I'd like to go, don't misunderstand me, but
I can't go at this time. It is out of the question.
If you wait a year, or maybe six months----"

"No, it is impossible to wait, Tom," declared
Professor Bumper.

"Is it so important then to hurry?" asked Mr.
Damon. "You did not mention that to me, Professor
Bumper."

"No, I did not have time. There are so many ends
to my concerns. But, Tom Swift, you simply must go!"

"I can't, my dear professor, much as I should like to."

"But, Tom, think of it!" cried Mr. Damon,
who was as much excited as was the little bald-
headed scientist. "You never saw such an idol
of gold as this. What's its name?" and he
looked questioningly at the professor.

"Quitzel the idol is called," supplied Professor