Remember that." "If it be yer wush, Miss Gabrielle, I'll say naething," he promised.

And together they descended the steep grass-slope and overgrown foundations of the castle until they stood in the old courtyard, close to the ancient justice-tree, the exact spot where the girl had stood on the previous night.
"I could hear plainly as I stood just here," she said.

"The sound of voices seemed to come from that wall there"; and she pointed to the gray flint wall, half-overgrown with ivy, about six yards away.
Stewart made no remark.

It was not the first occasion on which he had examined that place in an attempt to solve the mystery of the nocturnal whisperings.

He walked across to the wall, tapping it with his hand, while the faithful spaniel began sniffing in expectancy of something to bolt.