And, indeed, the whole mystery of the smuggled arms became clear enough.
The two men who now clambered up, carrying a lantern, which illuminated the whole of the recess, and (had they only thought of looking up) the very ledge on which I sat, were sailors; and in one I recognised the foreign-looking fellow who, years ago, had commanded the _Cigale_ and attended my mother's wake.

I knew from what I had overheard at his honour's that, since my father had given himself up to the smuggling of arms, and received charge of the _Cigale_, this worthy fellow had left, that ship and devoted himself to the more perilous occupation of robbing his Majesty's subjects indiscriminately on the high seas.

His companion was evidently, by his villainous looks, a desirable partner in the same business.
"I told you so," said the latter, turning his lantern into the room.
"Guns enough for a regiment.

Luck for us." "We have room enough for the lot," growled the Frenchman in pretty plain English.

"Monsieur Gorman shall find that two can play at one game.