"They were veritable fiends in those days." "They were," he laughed, rehanging the frame upon the wall.

"Some historians have, of course, declared that Setoun was murdered at Mains Castle, and others declare Cortachy to have been the scene of the assassination; but the truth that it occurred at Glencardine is proved by a quantity of the family papers which, when your father purchased Glencardine, came into his possession.

You ought to search through them." "I will.

I had no idea dad possessed any of the Glencardine papers," she declared, much interested in that story of the past.

"Perhaps from them I may be able to glean something further regarding the strange Whispers of Glencardine." "Make whatever searches you like, dearest," he said in all earnestness, "but never attempt to investigate the Whispers themselves." And as they were alone, he took her little hand in his, and looking into her face with eyes of love, pressed her to promise him never to disregard his warning.
She told him nothing of her own weird experience.