Chapter Four'We'll have to get the smuggler out of the house,' Mother whispered to me across the width of the bar counter. 'If this Lieutenant Baldivere catches him here…' She had no need to complete the sentence.
'He's still unconscious,' I said. 'I've just checked.'
Mother swore. Only one word, yet it revealed her state of mind. 'That makes it harder. We'll need help to carry him.' She looked around the tap-room. Business had been quiet these last few weeks, which was one reason why Mother had been keen to allow Lieutenant Baldivere to stay. There were only three people huddled around half-empty pots of ale, with James Buckett and Molly speaking together in low, intense tones.
'James,' Mother said quietly as she approached the smuggling captain. 'Did you hear what happened last night?
