Somebody said they saw her last Glesca holidays, but I dinna believe 't." "Neither do I, Stewart.

But don't let's trouble about the unfortunate lady, who ought to have been at rest long ago.

It's those weird whisperings I mean to investigate." And she looked blankly around her at the great, cyclopean walls and high, weather-beaten towers, gaunt yet picturesque in the morning sunshine.
The keeper shook his shaggy head.

"I'm afear'd, Miss Gabrielle, that ye'll ne'er solve the mystery.

There's somethin' sae fatal aboot the whisperin's," he said, speaking in his pleasant Highland tongue, "that naebody cares tae attempt the investigation.