Contraband

Excerpt: "Tubal gave the key another quarter turn in the quoins and tested the security of the type in the form with the heel of his grimy hand. After which he shut his eyes very tight and ran his tongue carefully over his upper teeth and clucked. Then, in the voice of one who pronounces a new and wonderful thought he spoke: “Simmy,” he said, “I dunno. Mebby so—mebby not. There’s p’ints in favor a...