Mary. (Quickly) Oh, hello, hello. (She jiggles ’phone) Oh, dear, we’ve been cut off. Still, it doesn’t matter; it’s all settled now.
Martin. That’s splendid, Miss Grayson. I’m mighty grateful to you.
Mary. (Nervously) Shall we sign a memorandum now?
Martin. Sure—sure—just the rough details.
Mary. Sure, never put off till to-morrow what you can sign to-day.
Martin. (He crosses to table R., sits and makes memoranda. Writing) Fifty-one per cent—Rodney—fifty thousand. And what’s that young man’s name again—Spiel——?
Mary. Peale.
Martin. That certainly is one hell of a name—thirty thousand—Grayson twenty thousand. There. (To Mary) You sign here.
Mary. No, you sign first. (Martin grunts and signs) Now I’ll sign for Rodney. (She does so gleefully)
Martin. That’s great. (Rises and goes L.)