it--it's born with us. And nicely I've cheated 'em this day. Lace,
and velvet, and silk stockings, and other things,--to say nothing of
the tumblers and decanters. No: I didn't look as if I wanted a
direction, for fear somebody should break me. That's another of what
you call your jokes; but you should keep 'em for those who like 'em.
I don't.

"WHAT HAVE I MADE, AFTER ALL?

"I've told you--you shall never, never know. Yes, I know you'd been
fined a hundred pounds if they'd searched me; but I never meant that
they should. I daresay you wouldn't smuggle--oh no! you don't think
it worth your while. You're quite a conjuror, you are, Caudle. Ha!
ha! ha!

"WHAT AM I LAUGHING AT?

"Oh, you little know--such a clever creature! Ha! ha! Well, now,
I'll tell you. I knew what an unaccommodating animal you were, so I
made you smuggle whether or not.

"HOW?

"Why, when you were out at the Cafe, I got your great rough coat, and
if I didn't stitch ten yards of best black velvet under the lining
I'm a sinful woman! And to see how innocent you looked when the
officers walked round and round you! It was a happy moment, Caudle,
to see you.

"What do you call it?