CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Watters arrived home, Marie was praying again, walking around the house with Patrick in her arms.
“God bless this house,
From site to stay
From beam to wall
From end to end,
From ridge to basement
From baulk to roof-tree
From foundations to summit,
Foundations and summit.”
“Halloa, Marie!” Watters shouted as he entered. This child stealer makes Marie nervous, and I am making no progress in the investigation. I’d better catch the culprit soon. The murder can wait; I doubt Isobel MacLeod will kill anybody else. Who is left of the factor’s men? John Maxton the navvy, who could be anywhere, and Peter Chisholm the barman up in Elgin. I think they’re safe for the present.
“Marie?”
“George!” There was more relief in Marie’s face than Watters had expected. “I thoug
