This is the smugglers' warren." She caught a hint of humour in his voice.

"The stream flows underground all through here--and very useful we have found it." She gave a great start at his words.

"You--you are not a smuggler!" she said.
He drew her on.

"I am a good many things," he said, easily, "and the king of this rat-run amongst them.

There's no one knows it as well as I do." Her heart sank.