They div say that the Whispers are the voice o' the De'il himsel'." The girl, in her short blue serge skirt, white cotton blouse, and blue tam-o'-shanter, laughed at the man's dread.

There must be a distinct cause for this noise she had heard, she argued.

Yet, though they both spent half-an-hour wandering among the ruins, standing in the roofless banqueting hall, and traversing stone corridors and lichen-covered, moss-grown, ruined chambers choked with weeds, their efforts to obtain any clue were all in vain.
To Gabrielle it was quite evident that the old keeper regarded the incident of the previous night as a fatal omen, for he was most solicitous of her welfare.

He went so far as to crave permission to go to Sir Henry and put the whole of the mysterious facts before him.
But she would not hear of it.

She meant to solve the mystery herself.