CONCERNS THE WHISPERS What had startled Gabrielle was certainly extraordinary and decidedly uncanny.

She was standing near the southern wall, when, of a sudden, she heard low but distinct whispers.

Again she listened.Yes.The sounds were not due to her excited imagination at the recollection of those romantic traditions of love and hatred, or of those gruesome stories of how the Wolf of Badenoch had been kept prisoner there for five years and put to frightful tortures, or how the Laird of Weem was deliberately poisoned in that old banqueting-hall, the huge open fireplace of which still existed near where she stood.
There was the distinct sound of low, whispered words! She held her breath to listen.

She tried to distinguish what the words were, but in vain.

Then she endeavoured to determine whence they emanated, but was unable to do so.