She lifted her hands in horror, "Heavens, no. I don't think a fisherman has any use for the inheritance of a textile factory." Her head shook. "I think I might know the killer of my parents and brother... It had to be someone I know... How did my family and all of the servants die in one fire? My parents would have gotten every last one of the servants and themselves to safety." She took a deep breath and let it out, her hands starting to wring.

"No, the man I have been..." she had to think of a proper term, "friendly... with... He and I... We're not..." she paused again, clearly mortified to be having this conversation with the two men. "I'd never seen him before that time in the market and... well... I only go to see him on my day off, and it only happened a few times. It was my idea, not his." she tapped her fingers together now and looked at the two men. Her face was red to her ears.

"Anyhow, he likes women too much to murder them... at least... that is my impression."