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Updated: June 13, 2025
Half-an-hour later, while they were idling in the hall together, she suddenly exclaimed, "Walter, you're great on Scottish history, so I want some information from you. I'm studying the legends and traditions of our place, Glencardine. What do you happen to know about them?" "Well," he laughed, "there are dozens of weird tales about the old castle.
The poor deluded man little dreamt that on the occasion when Flockart had taken him down the drive to announce his departure from Glencardine on account of the gossip, and had drawn Sir Henry's attention to his hanging watch-chain, he had succeeded in cleverly obtaining two impressions of the safe-key attached.
Had the story of those whisperings been told to her she would certainly have scouted them; but she had heard them with her own ears, and was certain that she had not been deceived. It was a mystery, absolute and complete; and, regarding it as such, she retired to bed. But her thoughts were very naturally full of the weird story told of the dead and gone owners of Glencardine.
This caused the girl to resolve to learn from her father what she could. He was an antiquary, and had the history of Glencardine at his finger-ends.
"Is it the truth?" he murmured to himself. "Is it really the truth?" There are few of the Perthshire castles that more plainly declare their feudal origin and exhibit traces of obsolete power than does the great gaunt pile of ruins known as Glencardine.
"I suppose they throw a good deal of light upon the history of the Grahams and the actions of the great Lord Glencardine?" "Yes; but I fear you'll find them very difficult to read," he remarked. "Not being able to see them for myself, alas! I had to send them to London to be deciphered." "And you still have the translations?" "Unfortunately, no, dear.
How extraordinary that there should be almost exactly the same legend concerning a Hungarian castle!" "Who is the owner of Glencardine?" "Sir Henry Heyburn, a friend of mine." "Heyburn!" echoed Hamilton. "Heyburn the blind man?" he gasped, grasping the arm of his chair and staring back at his companion. "And he is your friend? You know his daughter, then?"
She bade him put down his gun and walk with her up the hill towards the ruins. "Look here, Stewart," she commanded in a confidential tone, "I'm going to take you into my confidence. I know I can trust you with a secret." "Ye may, miss," replied the keen-eyed Scot. "I houp Sir Henry trusts me as a faithfu' servant. I've been on Glencardine estate noo, miss, thae forty year."
Upon Hamilton's recognition he was, after a brief argument, arrested on the charge of theft from Glencardine, placed in the car between the two stalwart Scotch policemen, and conveyed in triumph to the castle, much, of course, against his will.
The more I think of it, the more mystifying it all becomes. I must see you, and you must tell me the truth the whole truth. We love each other, dear heart, and no one shall force you to lie again to me as you did in that letter you wrote from Glencardine. You wish to see me, darling. You shall and you shall tell me the truth.
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