"Did you say it used to belong to Mr. Forster, the lawyer?" asked Gerda. "The one who had business at St. Gonstan?"
"I don't know where he had business, but it was certainly Mr. Forster, the lawyer. I don't suppose there'd be more than one."
"When did he die?"
"About five years ago, I fancy. Why do you want to know?"
"Oh, nothing! It doesn't matter in the least," returned Gerda, shrinking into her shell again.
"It's the weirdest, queerest place I've ever seen," said Deirdre. "Do let's go a little nearer. Ugh! What would you take to spend a night here alone?"
"Nothing in the wide world you could offer me," protested Betty.
"I'd go stark, staring mad!" affirmed Annie.
"Hallo!" squealed Dulcie suddenly. "What's become of Gerda? She's sneaked off!"
"Why, there she is, peeping through one of the broken windows!"