They all listen in expectant horror.
So all the money in the Treasury I have had destroyed by fire, or dumped into the deep sea. We are all saved.
Jerry. Do you mean to say that you haven’t even got five million dollars?
Dada. I finished it all up yesterday. It was not easy. It took a lot of resourcefulness, but I did it.
Jerry [in horror]. But I’ve got to have five million dollars this afternoon or I can’t get rid of Idaho, and I’ll be impeached!
Dada [complacently]. We’re all saved.
Jerry [wildly]. You mean we’re all lost!
He sinks disconsolately into a chair and buries his face in his hands. Charlotte, who knew everything would go to pieces, stands over him with an “I told you so” air. Doris shakes her finger at Dada, who shakes his finger vigorously back at her. Mr. Jones, with great presence of mind, produces the cocktail shaker and passes around the consoling glasses to the violently agitated household.
At two-thirty the horizontal sunlight is bright upon the White House lawn. Through the office window the President can be seen, bent over his desk in an attitude of great dejection. And here comes the Honorable Snooks through the gate, looking as if he’d been sent for. Mr. Jones hurries forth from the White House to greet him.