They looked at each other for a second or two, then White smiled:
"I don't want dope," he said pleasantly, "I[268] merely want a few facts—if your company deals in them."
"Florida," began the suave gentleman, watching the effect of his words, "is the garden of the world." Then he stopped, discouraged, for White was grinning at him.
"It won't do," said White amiably.
"No?" queried the suave gentleman, the ghost of a grin on his own smooth countenance.
"No, it won't do. Now, if you will restrain your very natural enthusiasm and let me ask a few questions——"
"Go ahead," said the suave gentleman, whose name was Munsell. "But I don't believe we have anything to suit you in Seminole County."
"Oh, I don't know," returned White coolly, "is it all under water?"
"There are a few shell mounds. The highest is nearly ten inches above water. We call them hills."
"I might wish to acquire one of those mountain ranges," remarked White seriously.