And Caleb had already done a good deal of impressing on his own, she thought. She headed for the row of cars Fraser had indicated. “After I do the sketches of the murals, I might want to do a few of the engines, if that’s okay?”

Fraser was nodding. “Just let me unlock the Reiver car and then we’ll leave you to your art.”

“Thank you.” She opened the door of the train car. “I’ll see you later, Caleb. I’ll try to get some sketches that even you might appreciate.”

He nodded. “Peasant though I am? I can’t wait. Come on, Fraser. Let’s go see those engines.”

Jane noticed it was dim in the car even though it was still early afternoon. The upholstery of the chairs appeared to be a dark green velvet, and that only seemed to add to the dimness. But she was able to see the star attraction at the far end of the long car. She could count seven exquisite chandeliers on the car’s ceiling leading toward the splendid murals. She was tempted to go and examine the paintings immediately, but she knew she’d want to spend more time on them than on the remainder of the car. So she stopped just inside the entry door and opened the rich walnut door to the left of the aisle. It was a small bathroom with marble antique commode and vanity and a small crystal chandelier that glittered from the ceiling. She took pictures with her camera. Then she opened the carved walnut door to the right of the aisle. It revealed a much larger room with a red leather divan and chair and the richness of a faded Persian carpet. Another crystal chandelier…This must have been the room in which MacClaren had told Fiona to hide herself until she reached the main station. It gave Jane a warm, expectant feeling, as if she was waiting for old friends to come in at any moment to say hello. Crazy? Yes, but it didn’t change the sensation. She gave the room a last lingering glance and then took some more photos and closed the door.

Time for the murals. They were as much a part of Fiona and MacClaren’s story as what had happened on this train when they had escaped from Jamie and Graeme and fled to another life. Farrell and Fiona had been together in these hills while he had done those paintings. She had probably taken him to her favorite places so that they would come to belong to both of them.

Is that how it was, Fiona?