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Updated: June 13, 2025
The ruins of the ancient castle, where the great Marquis of Glencardine, who was such a figure in Scottish history, was born, stands perched up above a deep, delightful glen; and some little distance off stands the modern house, built in great part from the ruins of the stronghold." "And there are noises heard there the same as at Hetzendorf, you say?"
"That's a mere tradition, my dear simply a tale invented by the country-folk. It seems to have been imagined in order to associate it with the mysterious Whispers which some superstitious people claim to have heard. No old castle is complete nowadays without its ghost, so we have for our share the Lady of Glencardine and the Whispers," he laughed.
"I saw her last week in Woodnewton. The change from Glencardine to an eight-roomed cottage in a village street must be rather severe." "Only what she deserves," snapped Flockart. "She defied us." "Granted. But I cannot help thinking that we haven't played a very fair game," said the man. "Remember, she's only a girl." "But dangerous to us and to our plans, my dear Krail. She knows a lot."
"What do you mean?" cried the Italian, starting to his feet. "Simply this. Poor Sir Henry has been the victim of treachery. Those papers which you, my dear Volkonski, brought to me in secret at Glencardine a month ago have been stolen!" "Stolen!" gasped the shabby old man, his grey eyes starting from his head; "stolen! Dieu! Think what that means to us to me to my house!
She and her father are on bad terms, and it seems more than probable that though she is no longer at Glencardine she has somehow contrived to get hold of the documents in question at the instigation of her lover, we believe." "How do you know that the documents are stolen?" the Baron asked.
The girl did not speak for several moments. "Does Walter really wish me to return?" she asked, looking straight at him, as though trying to discern whether he was really speaking the truth. "Yes. He expressed to me a strong wish that you should either return to Glencardine or go and live at Park Street." "He wishes to see me?" "Of course.
"Yes, I know Gabrielle," was Walter's reply, as there flashed across him the recollection of that passionate letter to which he had not replied. "Why?" "Is she also your friend?" "She certainly is." Hamilton was silent. He saw that he was treading dangerous ground. The legend of Glencardine was the same as that of the old Magyar stronghold of Hetzendorf. Gabrielle Heyburn was Murie's friend.
Hence it was that, at Erskine's suggestion, Wemyss of Strathblane went over to Glencardine, and with Charles, Lord Glencardine, conspired to invite the Cardinal there, on pretence of taking counsel against the Protestants, but instead to take his life.
Most of the people were those she knew in London or in Paris, including a sprinkling of cosmopolitans, a Russian prince notorious for his losses over at the new cercle at Cannes, a divorced Austrian Archduchess, and two or three well-known diplomats. "Dear old Henry" remained, of course, at Glencardine, as he always did.
The Baronet laughed heartily. His friend was always most resourceful and ingenious. He was a mystery to all at Glencardine, and to Lady Heyburn most of all. His visits were always unexpected, while as to who he really was, or whence he came, nobody not even Gabrielle herself knew.
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