Bronson. (Inquiringly) Mr. Martin?
Martin. Yes.
Bronson. I just arrived from Chicago. I am here in reference to the 13 Soap.
Martin. Be seated. Well, what about it? (Sits in chair L. of table)
Bronson. (Sits in chair R. of desk) While, of course, we understand that the 13 Soap is made by your son, Mr. Rodney Martin, at the same time as you wired us you would be responsible for that order, Marshall Field felt that I should first see you in the matter.
Martin. Humph!
Bronson. We realize, of course, that you are backing your son——
Martin. (Gruffly) Well, why shouldn’t I back him?
Bronson. Of course, of course. That is why we’d like to place our order through you.
Martin. (Amazed) Place your what?