Argyll sat up in his chair, roused from his sneer. “And the Macdonalds o’ Glencoe?” he asked.
“They hav’na’ come in yet,” she answered. “Nor yet Clanronald or Keppoch—but it looks ill that these should submit—Jock seems disturbed.”
Argyll put down his tea-cup and rose. “They have been warned,” he said.
Their eyes met.
“By whom?” asked the Countess.
Argyll shrugged his shoulders. “By some agent of King James.”
“But how could any know?”
“’Tis their business,” answered Argyll, “to discover these matters—of a certainty these men have been warned.”
The Countess turned to Glenlyon.
“Captain Campbell, know ye more than is writ here?”