I hadn't counted on that row of lady typists, either. Honest, I never faced such a battery of friendly smiles in all my more or less cheerful career. Even Miss Muggs, who wears a business face that would have a head undertaker lookin' frivolous, loosens up her mouth corners for a second; while as for some of the other self-startin' queens--well, they had me rosy in the ears, all right. I hurries past to where Mr. Piddie is tryin' to make his ingrowin' dignity let loose its grip for a minute. "Ah!" says he. "Back from the sunny South, eh? And how did you find Florida?" "Easy," says I. "We looked it up on the map." "No, no," says Piddie; "I mean, how was the weather down there?" "No weather at all," says I. "They just have climate. How are things around the shop, though?" "Very satisfactory," says Piddie, rubbin' his hands. "Bound to be," says I, "with you and Mr. Robert sittin' on the lid." With which soothin' josh and a pat on the shoulder, I slips through into the private office, where Mr. Robert sits puffin' a cigarette placid in front of a heaped-up desk. When he sees me, he grins. "Well, well!" says he, shovin' out the cordial palm. "So the treasure seekers have returned, have they?" And he chuckles. "Uh-huh!" says I, doin' a little grin on my own account. "At least," he goes on, "you have a fine tropical complexion to show for your trip. Little else, I presume?" "Brace yourself, Mr. Robert," says I, "for you got a jolt comin'." "Why," says he, "you can't mean that--" I nods. "Rupert had the right dope," says I. "It was just where he said it was--jewels and everything. Why, say, we got enough to stock a museum--sacks full." "Oh, I say, Torchy!" says he, after starin' at me a second. "What's the sense?" "I don't claim there's any sense to it," says I. "It was the simplest stunt you ever saw. We just went and dug, that's all. But there was the stuff. And we got away with it. You might's well get used to believing though, for I'm applyin' right now for a block of Corrugated preferred. That's what I'm goin' to soak my share into." "Your share?" says he. "But I didn't understand that you--" "Vee and I helped locate the treasure mound," I explains, "and got counted in just in time. And say, the best is yet to come. It's goin' to be Vee and me for keeps pretty soon." "Wha-a-at!" says he. "You've won over Auntie?" "Right and regular," says I. "Vee's wearin' the ring." Say, Mr. Robert's got a grip on him when he gets real enthusiastic. I could feel it in my fingers for hours after. Then he had to call in Piddie and tell him, and by noon the word has been passed all through the offices. I expect it started modest, but by the time it got to that bunch of young hicks in the bond room they had it that I was going to marry a Newport heiress, resign from the Corrugated, and live abroad. "In some swell Scotch castle, I suppose?" one of 'em asks.