“Ross? At your brother’s home?” Isabella could make no sense of this. “But why?”
“He was in the service of the Earl of Buchan a year past, was he not?”
Isabella caught her breath and looked away.
“How much do you know about your brother, Ross, my lady — and his intent?”
Isabella was seventh–born of her eight siblings, while Ross was fifth. Both of her older brothers, Malcolm and Ross, had left Kinfairlie after Alexander’s wedding. Ross had been home at the Yule just recently passed. She knew he had argued with Alexander and left quietly, but she did not know the source of their argument.
Was this it?
She realized that Murdoch was watching her avidly and tried to hide her suspicions, even guessing it was too late. “Coincidence!” she protested. “You have no proof. The thief could be an
