The Smuggler of King's Cove; or, The Old Chapel MysteryCobb, Sylvanus
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The Smuggler of King's Cove; or, The Old Chapel Mystery
Cobb, Sylvanus
Smugglers -- Fiction
So he went out and took a survey around to make sure that no one else
was in sight, then returned and made ready for the descent into the
unknown regions.
He had no weapon save his battered leopard wood staff; but that had
served him once, and it might serve him again should the need present
itself.
He took one more look around, then put his foot upon the ladder and
began the descent. The distance was not far, perhaps twelve to fourteen
feet, at the end of which he alighted upon a bottom of rock and quite
rough.
As nearly as could be judged with the aid of the light he had, he
concluded the crypt to be mostly the work of nature. Evidently the old
monks or whoever had built the chapel, had found the cavern beneath and
had thus utilized it.
It was irregular in form, its greatest width at the point where he now
stood being nine full paces, not far from twenty-seven feet.
As soon as he had become more used to the gloom he moved on ahead, very
soon making a new discovery, and one of importance.
At the point where he had landed from the ladder the cavern had been
entirely bare, the only things to attract his attention, besides the
jagged walls, being the somewhat complicated and bulky machinery by
which the altar was moved to and fro; but he had not advanced many steps
into the place before he came in contact with things that opened his
eyes and sharpened his understanding.
Piled against the walls on either hand were barrels and casks and boxes,
some of which appeared to have been there a long time, while others were
evidently of more recent deposit. A little further on the cave narrowed,
and was buried in darkness, but he believed there was a widening again
further on. In this narrower part were a few boxes, and a lot of ship’s
rigging--ropes, blocks, and old sails.
Ah! Another thing struck the explorer; and it struck him forcibly. It
was a strong draught of air fresh from the sea! He was too well used to
the atmosphere of the sea to mistake it when it came full in his face,
and filled his nostrils and his lungs.
And now he could understand. In the slope of the crag towards the shore
of the bay were several caves, two of which were of considerable size.
One of these latter--he thought he knew which one it was--had a secret
opening into a passage leading to the place where he now stood; and the
smugglers had discovered it and were making use of it.
Many things which had heretofore puzzled him were clear to him now. His
father, he was confident, had known nothing of this cavern.
During his father’s lifetime he had known how all the goods landed at
the Cove were disposed of; but it had not been so since his death.
Of late--within the three years last past--there had to his certain
knowledge been many things brought in that had never been taken further
inland, to be disposed of among the people there residing.
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