Martin. Now don’t get started on advertising.
Peale. That’s right, too. Well, I guess that’s all. I wanted to tell you how I stood about Rodney. That’s off my chest, so good afternoon. (Starts to go)
Martin. Wait a minute. What did you boys mean by trimming that poor Countess on the French rights?
Peale. Jumping Jupiter; has she been here?
Martin. She’s here now.
Peale. What did she come to see you for?
Martin. She said she’d put Rodney in jail for fraud unless I made good that $15,000. I’ve got to pay her—can’t see the boy disgraced.
Peale. Say, if you’d like to save that $15,000, I’ll fix it for you.
Martin. But she’s got a contract.
Peale. I’ll get it for you cheap. Pardon me, sir, but I know how to handle dames like her.