Isobel froze for a moment and then instinct took over. She raised one finger to her lips and shook her head at Laura. The words died unsaid on the child’s lips as Isobel crossed the foyer to her side. She bent and whispered," I am not really Caroline Jordan—that was a disguise.”
“You were hiding?” Laura whispered back, eyes wide. The sparkle of tears in her eyes changed into one of excitement.
“Yes, my dear, a very bad man was after me.” As soon as she spoke Isobel was scared that she might have scared or antagonized the child but her eyes were already bright with the excitement.
“Like an adventure story? Is that why you had to go away from Westerwood? Without saying anything to anyone?”
“Yes, I am very sorry.” Isobel crouched down so that she could speak without the butler hearing he
