Tristan looked up at the young woman with pity. "You are not alone," he said, "Pippa. Never mind you didn't tell me. I know now, and I fully agree with Lord Gordon. We will do what we can to help and protect you. We just need to find the best way to do so." He rose and walked over to a cabinet and found a bottle of brandy and some glasses. He could do with something to fortify him, for it began to dawn on him that he had just somehow found himself involved in in a murder mystery. With the murderer still out there. And he wasn't exactly the hero type.

"What happened to the letter?" he asked, as he poured two glasses of brandy. "I take it you know who sent it?" He held up a third empty glass, looking at Pippa with a questioning look. He didn't have to ask the Scotsman, but Pippa didn't handle alcohol so well, he remembered.