d.
BISHOP. You understand that the salary ...
PRESCOTT. James, I know that your son is a capable young man and I
would like to have him here with me. But I can't make a job for a
man when I have nothing for him to do.
BISHOP. You, must, Stanley. I can afford to support him, but he
refuses to accept support from me any longer.
PRESCOTT. Well?
BISHOP. If you will give him a job, I will recompense you for his
salary.
PRESCOTT. [_Shocked._] You can't mean that.
BISHOP. I do mean it.
PRESCOTT. I am surprised, James--that a man of your principles and
profession ...
BISHOP. I am in a very grievous dilemma.
PRESCOTT. I am sorry, but I can't do it. It is neither ethical nor
wise.
BISHOP. I don't know whether it is wise or not. But I know my son
is desperate. I know I have got to do something. I can't see that
fine boy going about lost and unwanted, with no place in the world.
I can't see my son turning to Communism--and helping to pull down
not only your temples of money, but my House of God.
PRESCOTT. I am very sorry. I can't do what you ask.
BISHOP. If your plans go through, you would have a place for him?
PRESCOTT. [_Impatiently._] Yes, yes.
BISHOP. Then until they do--for my sake, Stanley. For old times'
sake. Because we were classmates.
PRESCOTT. But it's damned unethical! Do you realize ...
[_Telephone rings._] Hello!--Oh, hello, dear ... Yes, I am just
leaving. I'll be there in a few minutes. [BISHOP _takes out
checkbook and writes._] I don't like this.
BISHOP. The ethical sin will be wholly mine. You don't know what
it'll mean to my boy to be associated with your firm; you don't
know what it'll mean to the girl. He's been engaged to her for
three years.
PRESCOTT. I don't like it.
BISHOP. It means new life for two young people, life for them in
our way of life. This check, Stanley, is for twelve hundred
dollars. Pay Kenneth twenty-five dollars a week. When your plans go
through, pay him whatever he's worth to you.
PRESCOTT. It's damned unethical.
BISHOP. There is a greater righteousness than business ethics.
[_Protesting still_, PRESCOTT _takes the check._] Good-bye,
Stanley--God bless you. [BISHOP _goes._]
[PRESCOTT _stands regarding check a moment, then rings,_ LUCILLE
_enters_.]
PRESCOTT. Take a letter. Mr. Kenneth Holden. You have his address
on file. Dear Kenneth: Sometime ago you came in to inquire if I
could find a place for you. I am glad to tell you that t
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