"Sorry for that. Perhaps your search was not thorough enough: your men aren’t used to it." "Confound his impudence!" growled Turley, as the officer rode on. "One of us is worth three of his landsharks, anyway." When Jack arrived at the _Dolphin_ Mr. Goodman was just leaving. "Oh, Hardy!" cried Lieutenant Blake, as he entered, "Mr. Goodman tells me you’ve found nothing." "Not a ghost of a thing, sir. Gumley’s as honest as a judge, in my opinion. Some one has played a scurvy trick on him and us." "Well, look at this." He handed Jack a dirty, crumpled piece of paper, on which he read: "_Mr. Goodman, sir, a runn will be made at binsey cove tonite.—From a frend._" "Another trick for certain, sir," said Jack. "Very likely. Goodman says ’tis a sure sign the run will be made somewhere else, if made at all, and in the opposite direction. He wants the cutter to cruise off Totley Point to-night after dark. His idea is that if we stand away in the afternoon as if for Luscombe, we shall lead the smugglers off the scent; then if we return after nightfall we shall take ’em unawares. He’ll have a strong force in hiding at Totley Point; that’s where he thinks the run will actually be made, right under his nose. It would be like the villains. Only a year ago, just after he came into this district, he got a similar letter, and the cargo was run miles away." "Well, sir, if he’s been caught that way once, the smugglers will hardly expect him to fall into the trap a second time." "I’m not so sure about that. I don’t fancy our friend Goodman has much of a headpiece. If he is the simpleton I imagine he is, he will think that the smugglers will take your view and expect him to be this time at Binsey Cove. Therefore, he’ll go to Totley. The question is, where will the run be made?" "Perhaps the light we saw last night may have something to do with it. Don’t you think, sir, it would be a good plan if I took a boat’s crew and watched the shore off Luscombe, leaving you with the rest of the men in the _Fury_ to assist Mr. Goodman in case of need?" "Not a bad idea, Hardy. We’ll drop a boat some distance out at sea at dusk; you can pull in with muffled oars if you come across anything suspicious." "The first thing, sir, will be to find out about the light we saw." "Right. Find Babbage and get the crew together. We’ll be off at once." When the _Fury_ reached the position from which the light had been observed it was at once seen that, unless Jack had been wrong in his bearings, the signal had not been made from the village. "It was more in the direction of Congleton’s Hollow, sir," said Jack. "We can’t see the Hollow itself, but there’s the Folly to the left; you can just see it over the trees: a tower where an old hermit lived alone with his broken heart. That would make an excellent signal station." "You know it, eh?"