CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sergeant Rhind’s mouth lifted cynically as he listened to Watters. “We’ve already discussed this case,” he said. “Fraser and Forres died in accidents, and Sir Hugh’s murder is not connected to Willie Grant’s. The idea is ludicrous.”
“It’s surely more than coincidence that four of the six men involved in the burning have experienced violent deaths,” Watters said.
“No.” When Rhind shook his head, Watters thought he was trying to understand. “You’ve already gone beyond your duty, Sergeant Watters.” He sighed. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll ask the beat constables to keep an eye on the Wee Cross and Maxton’s house. How’s that? Will that satisfy your worries? I can tell you we are quite capable of looking after things here in Elginshire.”
“That will help,” Watters knew that Rh
