"You mean that you all rather expect to see the famous Monk?"
"No, but that was the night…' She broke off.
Strange looked inquiringly down at her. "Yes?"
"Nothing," Margaret said rather lamely.
"That sounds very mysterious," Strange said. "Have you been having trouble with the Monk?"
She shook her head. Colonel Ackerley called across the table: "What's that? Talking about the Priory ghost? These fair ladies are much too stout-hearted to believe in it, Strange. It would take more than the Monk to shake your nerve, Mrs. Bosanquet, wouldn't it?"
"I am thankful to say I have never suffered from nerves," Mrs. Bosanquet responded. "But it is certainly very disturbing when…' She encountered Charles' eye and blinked. "When the servants are afraid to stay in the house after dark," she concluded placidly.
"I'm sure you've seen something!" chattered Mrs. Roote. "Or at least heard awful noises. Now haven't you, Mrs.. Bosanquet?"
"Unfortunately," replied Mrs. Bosanquet, "I suffer from slight deafness."
"I see you're all of you determined not to satisfy our morbid curiosity," said Strange.