Castleleathers blinked.
"We?" he repeated vaguely. "I fear that I..."
But she froze him with a single look.
"I am in no mind for argument," she said, "and our business is to get Rob free. I have at the back of my head a plan of a kind, but it will need sleeping on."
"But I cannot risk my neck even to assist you, Miss Macpherson."
"My man," she replied grimly, "you will risk your neck if you don't. Who shielded Muckle John, that desperate rogue, in Inverness under Lord London's verra nose but just yersel'?"
"How did ye know?" he whispered, much taken aback.
"I didna," she replied comfortably, "but I suspected as much."
"He was an old friend."
"That would tickle the ears of the Duke, he has a sair grudge against Muckle John, he told me so himsel'. He said he'd willingly hang any one who gave him shelter."