“You must start to-day. Or early to-morrow.”
“Yes,” said Ginger doubtfully. “Of course, there's the catch, you know.”
“What catch?”
“The capital. You've got to have that. This fellow wouldn't sell out under five thousand dollars.”
“I'll lend you five thousand dollars.”
“No!” said Ginger.
Sally looked at him with exasperation. “Ginger, I'd like to slap you,” she said. It was maddening, this intrusion of sentiment into business affairs. Why, simply because he was a man and she was a woman, should she be restrained from investing money in a sound commercial undertaking? If Columbus had taken up this bone-headed stand towards Queen Isabella, America would never have been discovered.
“I can't take five thousand dollars off you,” said Ginger firmly.
“Who's talking of taking it off me, as you call it?” stormed Sally. “Can't you forget your burglarious career for a second? This isn't the same thing as going about stealing defenceless girls' photographs. This is business. I think you would make an enormous success of a dog-place, and you admit you're good, so why make frivolous objections? Why shouldn't I put money into a good thing? Don't you want me to get rich, or what is it?”
Ginger was becoming confused. Argument had never been his strong point.