“About what?”
“This place is ’aunted, you know.”
“Eh? Hey? Haunted, did you say?”
“Yes, sir; they do say it’s the spirit of Robin ’Ood hisself that come ’ere, sir.”
“This is interesting—decidedly so!” said Zenas. “A haunted inn in the heart of Sherwood Forest! Why, I should think it would drive away custom if such a report got out.”
“Hinstead of that, hit brings people ’ere to see the place, sir. They seem to take great hinterest in ’aunted ’ouses.”
She flung open the door of a room.
“’Ere is your rooms, sirs,” she said. “The fire is warm, and Hi ’ope you will be very comfortable. Is there hany thing I can bring you?”
They entered the first room, in which the fire was burning. It was fairly large and comfortable, with a big English bed, surrounded by curtains.
“Wait a minute, my dear,” urged the professor. Then turning to the boys, he said: