“Of course it did. Now I have to know all about them.” She tilted her head. “And I’m getting there. The first railroads were built in England and Scotland between 1802 and 1826. From that time on it became the primary form of transportation in both areas. But I wasn’t interested in general history, I wanted to know why Fiona would have been intrigued by them.” She frowned thoughtfully. “And why she didn’t want anyone to know that she was.”

“Did you find out?”

“Not entirely. She won all those ribbons as a young girl, so we knew she was probably a sportswoman and not likely to be fascinated by the mechanics of a locomotive.” She frowned. “Of course, she might have been thinking of escape since Jamie was trying to sell her down the river. But it might have been more complicated than that.” She tapped her finger on a faded, vellum-covered book she was holding. “For instance, there was a railway service that operated from the Highlands to the coast that was used by both the farmers and lairds. It was past the time of the border reivers, but there was still an occasional robbery after the railroads were built. Actually, that particular railroad wasn’t located too far from where Jamie raised Fiona before he decided to become more respectable and move closer to his brother, Colin, at MacDuff’s Run. The builders got mega donations from both the rich landowners and some of the less-than-honest descendants of the reivers who ran the border before the law got tough on them. As a matter of fact, they called the railroad the Reiver after it was finished. But that didn’t last long. They changed it to the Great Exeter Transport later. It turned out to be quite a luxurious production and extended from the upper Highlands to the forests below the border. It’s still there, but now it’s become more of a historical tourist attraction.” She grinned. “I was so fascinated by the map that I spent most of last night going over it until I practically had it memorized. It was so convoluted I’ll bet that the reivers had more to do with the construction than those rich landowners. They were probably up to no good.”

“My, what a suspicious mind,” he said. “It must come from the company you keep. Everyone knows what kind of reputation Seth Caleb has.”

Jane’s smile disappeared. “Do they? You obviously don’t know very much about him,” she said curtly. “But you knew enough to let him save your life, didn’t you? You thought he was good enough for that.”