“All right,” he said. “Now I’m ready to begin buying!”
The proprietor gasped and then rubbed his hands.
“What next?” he asked.
“A beautiful girl.”
The proprietor smiled in sympathy with the somewhat obscure jest.
“A beautiful girl,” repeated Carrigan, “with red hair, weighing a trifle over one hundred and twenty pounds, standing five feet five and a half, and with feet—well, of the right size.”
The proprietor moistened his lips and stepped back. His eyes were very large.
“Start for the ladies’ department.”
The proprietor was baffled, but he led the way.
“Dresses first,” said Carrigan. “Some thing fancy. Best you’ve got. Here! Red—green! green—red!”