phes; didn’t know for his part what in the name of common-sense the commissioners were about; could swear that smuggling was going on under their very noses.
"I'll have the law on the lot of you," bellowed Kinvig at the full pitch of his voice, and meantime he helped himself to the whisky on the table, and filled his pipe from the domestic bowl. "It's the truth, I'll fling you all out," he shouted through a cloud of smoke.
"Eh, you'll have your fling," replied the unperturbed Mylrea.
Then, going to the door, the master of Balladhoo recalled the gardener.
From the subsequent conversation it appeared that, to prevent illicit trading, the Imperial Government had been compelled to station a cutter in every harbor of the island; that the cutter stationed at Peel, having come by some injury a month ago, had been removed to England for repairs, and had not yet been brought back. Kerruish Kinvig declared that some gang of scoundrels, perceiving the incompetence of the home officials, were availing themselves of the absence of the Government ship to run vessels laden with contraband goods under the cover of the darkness.
Jemmy came back, and Mr. Mylrea sent him to fetch his son Christian.
Jemmy went off for that purpose.
Some talk of the young man then ensued between his father and Kinvig. It transpired that Christian had had a somewhat questionable career—was his father's only son, and had well-nigh ruined the old man with debts
