Rodney. That’s still true.
Peale. You’re immense, son. Now, it’s this way—have a chair. (He sits. Rodney does likewise) Between you and me, “The Belle of Broadway” is an awful thing—business gone to pot. Something’s got to be done. Some great stuff pulled off to give it a boost, and that’s where you come in.
Rodney. I?
Peale. You’ve got an aeroplane, haven’t you?
Rodney. Yes, but——
Peale. Then everything’s all right. Now you abduct the leading lady, Julia Clark, to-morrow night, in your aeroplane—elope with her——
Rodney. What?
Peale. Sure—some stunt, too—never been done. Julia’ll stand for it—she’s game for any press gag——
Rodney. But I couldn’t do that.
Peale. Certainly you can. I’m telling you Julia’ll stand for it—a bird of a story—no performance. Why? You’re up in the air with the leading lady. The next night standing room only to catch a look at the girl you’re stuck on. I can see the headlines now: Soap King’s Son Takes New Star Among the Stars—with flashlights.