Yet she remained at her post, determined to solve the mystery, and not in the least afraid of those weird stories which the country-folk in the Highlands so entirely believed.

No ghost, of whatever form, could frighten her, she told herself.

She had never believed in omens or superstitions, and she steeled herself not to believe in them now.

So she remained there in patience, seeking some natural solution of the extraordinary enigma.
But though she waited until the chimes rang out three o'clock and the moon was going down, she heard no other sound.

The Whispers had suddenly ended, and the silence of those gaunt, frowning old walls was undisturbed.