“Good. Damned sneaking scoundrels.” Luke bit back his immediate response. Rufus glanced round. “Offended? Don’t expect sympathy. I was fighting Napoleon while these greedy bastards were making a profit from the war.” “The biggest profits were made in London, and in Parliament,” Luke said. “Smuggling has been a way of life here for a long time. Not to sound like Mr. Odo, but owling—wool-smuggling—on Romney Marsh goes back to the reign of Edward the First.”
