He had been so much more receptive to her tears. What a pity she wasn’t the type to weep on command.
“You really must tell me,” she said.
“I must?”
She nodded. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”
“I regret I will have to be ungentlemanly, then.”
“She’s my dear friend and my sister-in-law. If she’s in danger, I should know.”
“You don’t trust Macrath to protect her?”
She sighed. “Of course I do.”
“Then leave it, Ceana.”
“How can I?”
He looked away, staring through the trees.
“What do you know about Paul Henderson?” he finally asked.
She shook her head. “I’ve never heard the name.”
“He was employed by her first husband in London. As a caregiver.”
She nodded. “I remember. Lawrence was an invalid.”
“From what I understand, Henderson developed an attraction to Virginia. He kidnapped her.”
She hadn’t heard that story.
“What happened?”
“Henderson was all set to take her to America, but Virginia escaped.”
“And so did Paul,” she said, guessing. “Which is why you’re here.”
He nodded. “Macrath hired me a decade ago to find Henderson.”
“And you did,” she guessed. “Have you been watching him all this time?”
“When I realized he was on his way back to Britain, I informed Macrath.”
She remained quiet, hoping he would tell her the rest of the story. To her relief, he continued.
“I followed him to Scotland, but lost him outside of Inverness. I don’t doubt, however, he’s on his way here.”
“Surely he doesn’t have a fixation on Virginia after all these years?”
“One man’s obsession might be considered another man’s love.”
“But surely he understands how much she loves Macrath?” A thought occurred to her. “You don’t think Virginia’s in danger. You think Macrath’s the one he’s after.”
He shrugged. “At this point it doesn’t matter which one. I’d just as soon rid the world of Paul Henderson.” At her look, he smiled. “No, I don’t mean killing the man. But in America we couldn’t prosecute him for a kidnapping taking place on Scottish soil.”
“But once he came back to Scotland he could be arrested,” she finished.