“I’m sorry, Mrs. St. Clair,” Duncan said as he crossed the threshold. “I had something to ask you.”
“What is it, Colonel?” She stood in front of the coat rack, shielding Ian. Just as she had a few moments earlier.
“When does the ferry arrive from Jersey?”
She removed a pocket watch from her skirt and looked at the face. “In about thirty minutes,” she said. “Why is something amiss?”
He frowned. “Do you know a man named Ian Blaine?”
She pretended to mull over prior acquaintances. “Yes, I do,” she said. “But not well. The cabinetmaker’s son?”
“Yes, him,” Duncan said. “I suspect he’ll be arriving on the ferry. I’m taking a few of my men to make sure he does.”
Abigail’s heart was racing. “Has he done something wrong?”
Duncan paused. “I’m not really sure. He was seen spying on the Britis
