“What sort of business?” I asked.
“A mine,” she said.
“What kind of a mine?”
“A lead mine.”
“Located where?”
“Colorado.”
“Are you sure it was a lead mine?” I asked, and managed a triumphant smile.
That smile bothered her. She thought she’d walked into a trap. “Well,” she said, “there was lead in it, mixed with the gold.”
“Well, which did you intend to make the money out of, the lead or the gold?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t follow it that far. I didn’t go into it that deeply.”