Chapter 11-1

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“The Preventative men know this is a smuggling centre,” Smith said, leaning against the counter in Dancing Horse’s taproom, “and sooner or later they will tear up every corner to find the goods. I presume some are sold onto regular customers, and others are stored locally.” “I believe that’s how it works,” Ruth said. “I store some here.” “Well then,” Smith said. “We’ll have to find somewhere the Preventative men won’t look.” “Do you know of somewhere?” Ruth asked. “I might do,” Smith said. Is that a cave up there? Becky asked as they sat in Spike Cove with the sea breaking silver-white on the pebble beach. Is that a cave up there? Becky asked as they sat in Spike Cove with the sea breaking silver-white on the pebble beach.Smith looked upward, where the cliff soared above him. The pat

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