The man started violently, and gaped at him.
"Talk?" he repeated blankly.
"Yes!"
The attendant looked at him uncertainly for a long time, and then walked slowly away.
He was disappointed. But he was not kept waiting long. Soon the man returned, accompanied by another.
"Blumberg wants to see you," they said. He did not understand that, and shook his head. However, they lifted him from his platform, and carried him out of the room. They took him up a long series of steps and through dark corridors, into a small room.
Here it was cool and light. In the center was a desk, and behind it sat the large man he had seen once before.
"Set him on the desk here," ordered the large man. "Now, little feller—they tell me you're talking!"
"I talk."
"Well, well, well!" said the large man jovially. "What'll we talk about?... I'm Blumberg, and I run this circus.... Who are you?"