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Updated: June 13, 2025
More than once, white-haired, spectacled professors who came to Glencardine as her father's guests were amazed at her intelligent conversation upon points which were quite abstruse. Indeed, she had no idea of the remarkable extent of her own antiquarian knowledge, all of it gathered from the talented man whose affliction had kept her so close at his side.
There are also a quantity of interesting facts regarding 'Red Neil, or Neil Stewart of Fothergill, who was Laird of Garth, which will some day be of value to future historians of Scotland." "Is there anything concerning the mysterious fate of Cardinal Setoun within Glencardine?" asked the girl, unable to curb her curiosity. "No," he replied in a manner which was almost snappish.
He demanded to be taken straight to the police station; but as Sir Henry had ordered him to be brought to Glencardine, and as Sir Henry was a magistrate, the inspector was bound to obey his orders. The man's cruel, colourless eyes seemed to contract closer as he sat in the car with his enemy Hamilton facing him.
I was uncertain whether you were at the 'George' or at the 'Fountain, so I sent a message to both." "I was at the 'George, and left an hour after receipt of your wire." "Well, tell me what has happened. How are things up at Glencardine?" "Goslin is with the old fellow. He has taken the girl's place as his confidential secretary," was the shabby man's reply, speaking with a foreign accent.
"The Whispers eh, Goslin?" laughed the old man in defiance. "Let the people believe what they will. My daughter shall never return to Glencardine never!" As he had been speaking the door had opened, and James Flockart stood upon the threshold. He had overheard the blind man's words, and as he came forward he smiled, more in satisfaction than in greeting.
The truth was that he had not seen Murie, and the story of his anxiety he had only concocted on the spur of the moment. "Walter asked me to give you a message," he went on. "He asked me to urge you to return to Glencardine, and to withdraw that letter you wrote him before your departure." "To return to Glencardine!" she repeated, staring into his face. "Walter wishes me to do that! Why?"
I then saw that I had fallen the victim of some clever conspiracy; but so utterly overcome was I by the awful scene that I could make but faint protest. "Ah! think of my horrible position accused of a crime of which I was entirely innocent! The days slipped on, and I was sent back to Amiens, and in due course came home here to dear old Glencardine.
Besides, the story of Glencardine and its lords is intensely fascinating to me." "So might be the Whispers, if ever you had the misfortune to hear them." "Misfortune!" she gasped, turning pale. "Why do you say misfortune?" But he laughed a strange, hollow laugh, and, endeavouring to turn his seriousness into humour, said, "Well, they might give you a turn, perhaps.
Walter Murie had risen to obtain matches, therefore he did not notice the curious expression upon his friend's face, a look which betrayed that he knew more than he intended to tell. "Those noises heard in the castle puzzle me," he remarked after a few moments. "At Glencardine they are known as the Whispers," Murie remarked. "By Jove! I'd like to hear them."
The fact is, caro mio, we are in a quandary at the present moment. You were a bit too confident in dealing with those documents you found at Glencardine. You should have taken her ladyship into your confidence and got her to pump her husband concerning them. If you had, we shouldn't have made the mess of it that we have done."
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