CARTER:  As near as it seems to me, just a lot of items.

SALVATORE:  Well, we must have a lot of money in the bank; what’s the matter we draw that out and divide it?

RILEY:  Wait a minute!  What’s there besides them items?

CARTER:  He’s got a note.  “Note,” he says; here it is:  He says:  “Bank notified us this morning we’re overdrawn $59.01.”

RILEY:  Overdrawn?

SHOMBERG:  Then we got to deposit some to our account.  Who’s got charge of the checks that comes in?

NORA:  The bookkeeper has charge, but there aren’t any checks.

CARTER:  No, they ain’t been any checks comin’ in for some days; a week or so, or two weeks, you might say.  We’ve looked everywhere for ’em—­

FRANKEL [aghast]:  You looked all through them letters?

CARTER:  They ain’t none left in ’em that wasn’t took out a good while ago.

SALVATORE:  You ain’t looked through the safe, have you?

CARTER:  They ain’t a one in it; it’s got me all puzzled up, I tell you. 
I was jest waitin’ for the meeting to settle it.

FRANKEL:  But heaven’s sakes!  There must be checks comin’ in from new sales!

CARTER:  It says here sales has fallen off.  So fur this month they was only three instruments sold.

SIMPSON:  But, my gosh, this is the end of the month!

CARTER:  They was two sold in Council Bluffs and one in Detroit.

     [General agitation and excitement.]

MRS. SIMPSON [trembling with rage and fear]:  You mean to stand there and tell me we ain’t goin’ to git any money to-day, and my flat rent to pay to-morrow?

RILEY:  Don’t talk about your flat rent to me, lady!  There’s others of us got a few things to pay.

SHOMBERG:  But, my golly, when do we git paid?

CARTER:  I can’t make out from what he’s got here.

SALVATORE [rapping fiercely on the table]:  Hey!  I got to have my money!

CARTER:  Well, I got to have mine, don’t I?

SIMPSON:  Go on.  See what else it says.

CARTER:  Well, here he’s got this.  Here it says:  “Bills payable, $17,162.48.”

FRANKEL [leaping up]:  Bills payable!  My God, no money in bank, and we’re $17,162.48 in debt!

MRS. SIMPSON [shrieking]:  Who owes it?

SIMPSON:  We do!

SHOMBERG:  Who’s goin’ to pay it?

RILEY:  Who run us into debt that way?

SALVATORE:  That’s the man we’re after!

FRANKEL:  Who’s the man responsible for us bein’ $17,162.48 bankrupt?

RILEY [hammering the table]:  Who run us into debt over seventeen thousand dollars?

SIMPSON:  Well, give him a chance to answer.

CARTER:  What do I know about it?  That’s what the report says.  That’s all I know.

SHOMBERG:  Well, somebody’s got us into debt.  And who is it?