Rodney. We’ve still got 45,000 cakes to deliver, if we can get ’em from you. Why let all that money get out of the family? It’s a business proposition.
Martin. No, it isn’t. Don’t fool yourself: I sent that telegram.
Rodney. What telegram?
Martin. The telegram from Marshall Field’s ordering the 50,000 cakes.
Mary. You sent it?
Martin. That day at the office you were pretty game, son, and to tell the truth, I felt so sorry for you, I kind of had to do something, so I sent that wire——
Rodney. So that success is all a bluff, too? (Sits on sofa)
Mary. But what did you do it for?
Martin. Well, I figured an order like that would stall off your creditors, and then I had fixed it with one of our factories to let you have 5,000 cakes at three cents a cake. I knew it would mean some ready cash for you from Marshall Field——