“Good heavens. Well butter my biscuits and call me a cartographer—you! I knew I’d find you eventually—had a feeling it was just around the bend. Brraaai—ah! Beg pardon, sometimes the ol’ jaw gets ahead of me. I was just following Father’s map—well, more like Father’s idea of a map—and wouldn’t you know it, the metal detector says there’s something grand down there. Secret door! Hidden passage! Possibly a teapot! Anything’s possible in the spirit of adventure!”