I can watch them from the public at Rozel Pier. I used to
do a neat little bit of cognac, silk, and cigar smuggling. I know
every crag of Corbiere Rocks, every shady joint in St. Heliers,
every nook of St. Aubin's Bay. Oh! I'm fly to the whole game!"
"Could you not get a good boat's crew there?" anxiously demanded
Major Hawke.
"Ah! My boy! I am 'king high' with a set of daring fishermen, who
can smell out every rock from Dover to Land's End; and, from Calais
to Brest, in the blackest night of the channel, if it pays."
"Then, Jack, your fortune is made, if you stand in. We'll pull
it off, in one way or the other. You've got an easy job for a man
of your ability. I'll meet you at Granville! Now, get over to St.
Heliers, and work the whole trick in your own way! Send me your
secret address in Jersey at once to Hotel Faucon, Lausanne, and run
over to the French coast at Granville and find a safe nest there
for us. There we are within seventeen miles of each other, with
two mails a day, and the telegraph. It's a wonderful plant, so it
is."
"Yes, Governor! And old Etienne Garcia, at the 'Cor d'Abondance'
in Granville, is the very slyest rogue in France. When you find a
Crapaud who is dead to rights, he is always an out and outer. I'll
square you with my old pal, Etienne, who slyly makes 'floaters'
and then gets the government cash reward for towing them in.
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