Martin. Risk my business reputation on a silly scheme like Dollar Soap? I should say not!
Peale. Oh, come on. What’s the use of talking to a man whose brain is deaf? (Exit door upper L., keeping in step, single-file)
Martin. (Rises and comes to center) Say when you get a new line of patter, come around. I like to hear you. Dollar Soap!
Johnson. (Enters) I beg pardon, a gentleman to see you, sir. (Johnson hands Martin a card on silver tray)
Martin. “Mr. Charles Bronson.” What does he want?
Johnson. He says he’s from Marshall Field.
Martin. Oh, a kick, I suppose? Send him in.
Johnson. Yes, sir. (He exits)
(Enter Bronson.)