At once I thought of what Colin Lothian had said the day before in
Gray's Inn about smuggled whisky. Here, then, I had discovered the
secret store of some unlawful trader. But my surprise at this soon
abated in my anxiety to find Thora. I was continuing my way yet
further when my foot touched something strange. I turned my light
upon it, and there, lying before me, was the sleeping form, not of
Thora, but of Tom Kinlay.
Chapter XXXVI. Trapped In The Cave.
I stood for some moments transfixed with surprise at seeing Tom
Kinlay in this situation. He was lying with his head and shoulders
upon a square box and snoring loudly. Behind him were piled up many
kegs, which I doubted not were filled with contraband spirits. As I
reasoned on all this I surmised that Tom was there probably by the
directions of his father, whom, after what I had heard and seen, I
could not but associate with the smugglers.
I now, for the first time, saw also some shade of reason for the
enmity that had existed between Carver and my father. At the time
of the wreck of the Undine, years before, when he was stranded in
the cavern, Carver had no doubt seen the convenience of the place
for smuggling purposes. The cave was commodious, and the fact that
its situation was little known among the natives gave it the
additional advantage of secrecy.
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