(Miss Burke exits.)
Rodney. (Genially) Why, hello, Mr. McChesney.
Peale. (Trying to shake hands) How are you, Mac?
McChesney. (Throwing him off) You may be in the soap business, but cut out the soft soap with me. Where’s my money? Have you got it?
Rodney. Why—er—the fact is——
McChesney. That means you haven’t.
Rodney. Well, you see——
McChesney. That doesn’t go with me. Do you think you can put me off? You can bet your blooming liabilities you can’t. I think this whole concern is bunk and I’m going after you good——
Rodney. I don’t care for that kind of loud talk. Drop it.