Sometimes they sounded so low that she could scarcely hear them; at others they were so loud that she could almost distinguish the words uttered by the unseen.
Was it merely a phenomenon caused by the wind blowing through some crack in the ponderous lichen-covered wall?
She looked beyond at the great dark yew, the justice-tree of the Grahams.

The night was perfectly calm.

Not a leaf stirred either upon that or upon the other trees.

The ivy, high above and exposed to the slightest breath of a breeze, was motionless; only the going and coming of the night-birds moved it.No.She decided once and for all that the noise was that of voices, spectral voices though they might be.
Again she strained her eyes, when still again those soft, sibilant whisperings sounded weird and quite inexplicable.
Slowly, and with greatest caution, she moved along beneath the wall, but as she did so she seemed to recede from the sound.

So back she went to the spot where she had previously stood, and there again remained listening.
There were two distinct voices; at least that was the conclusion at which she arrived after nearly a quarter of an hour of most minute investigation.
Once she fancied, in her excitement, that away in the farther corner of the ruined courtyard she saw a slowly moving form like a thin column of mist.