Then I had a thought. What if I, as a chemist, could find out what it was in that fruit cake that caused men to go mad with love? People would pay a lot to know a thing like that. I could make a lot of money! There was no reason, come to think of it, why I should let Amos Cosmetics know about it. After all, it wasn't their fruit cake. But I couldn't do a thing unless I knew what was in the cake - and only Aunt Mimi knew that.