in a low voice so promising that he instantly lowered his, and his eyes twinkled naughtily into mine.
“In the old tunnel that runs from this place nearly to the sea,” said he. “We Rattrays have always been a pretty warm lot, Cole, and in the old days we were the most festive smugglers on the coast; this tunnel’s a relic of ‘em, although it was only a tradition till I came into the property. I swore I’d find it, and when
in a low voice so promising that he instantly lowered his, and his eyes twinkled naughtily into mine.
“In the old tunnel that runs from this place nearly to the sea,” said he. “We Rattrays have always been a pretty warm lot, Cole, and in the old days we were the most festive smugglers on the coast; this tunnel’s a relic of ‘em, although it was only a tradition till I came into the property. I swore I’d find it, and when
