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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was Hector MacNairn he brought. "Mr. MacNairn tells me you traveled together this afternoon without knowing each other," he said. "He has heard something of Muircarrie and would like to hear more, Ysobel. She lives like a little ghost all alone in her feudal castle, Mr. MacNairn. We can't persuade her to like London."
I went and telephoned the little girl that I was doing the best I could and then ran circles for the rest of the day, chasing one vain hope after another, and finally, in the late afternoon, sneaked home to Santa Ysobel. Now I had the road more to myself; only an occasional handsome car, where the wealthy were getting in to the part of the festival they'd care for.
Captain Gilbert came here to Santa Ysobel that Saturday night as we've got witnesses to testify had a row with his father we've got witnesses for that, too the word money passed between them again and again in that quarrel and then the young man had the nerve to walk into our bank next morning with his father's entire holdings of our stock in Clayte's suitcase Boyne, you're crazy!"
"We three might have spent our lives together," she went on. "It would have been a perfect thing. But but " She stood up as if she could not remain seated. Involuntarily I stood up with her. She was trembling, and she caught and held me in her arms. "He cannot stay, Ysobel," she ended. I could scarcely hear my own voice when I echoed the words. "He cannot stay?"
Gilbert had taken the twelve-forty-five train for Santa Ysobel; so, as Captain Gilbert was to be found, we felt that if we got him it would be practically er quite the same thing " Worth Gilbert had sat in the chair he selected, absolutely indifferent. It was only when Dykeman, hanging to his point, spoke again, that I saw a quick gleam of blue fire come into those hawk eyes under the slant brow.
"My mother told you, Ysobel what I am waiting for?" he said. "Yes." "Do you know I love you?" he said, very low. "Yes. I love you, too. My whole life would have been heaven if we could always have been together," was my answer.
"Whatsoever happens now, Ysobel, know nothing but tender joy. I think you CAN. 'Out on the Hillside! Let us remember." "Yes, yes," I said; "'Out on the Hillside." And our two faces, damp with the sweet mist, were pressed together. The mist had floated away, and the moor was drenched with golden sunshine when we went back to the castle.
That meant that Worth was working on the Clayte case or thought he was. I told her of this. "Yes Oh, yes," she repeated listlessly. "But where is he now? And awful things things like this meeting coming up." "What besides this meeting?" "At Santa Ysobel." "What? Things that have happened since the boy's gone?
Silence after that; Worth obstinately mute; Barbara and I afraid to ask. There was a little tremor of Cummings' nostril, he couldn't keep the flicker out of his eye, as he said, staring straight at Worth, "It states that your father shot himself last night. The body wasn't discovered till late this morning, in his study." Of all unexpected things. I went down to Santa Ysobel with Worth Gilbert.
When there was silence again I heard him leave his chair very quietly. "Good night! good night!" he said, and went away. I felt somehow that he had left us together for a purpose, but, oh, I did not even remotely dream what the purpose was! But soon she told me, almost in a whisper. "We love you very much, Ysobel," she said. "You know that?" "I love you both, with all my heart," I answered.
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