"Yes; know all the rooms?" laughed Dick nervously.
"Why, certainly, sir. I know every room from the garret to the cellar," replied Mrs. Winkley wonderingly.
"And there are no ghosts, are there?"
"Ghosts, sir? Not that I ever heard of."
"I was only wondering. It's an old house, and I was thinking that there might be a family ghost."
Mrs. Winkley shook her head. "Nothing of the sort, sir, to my knowledge. Wait a minute, though; I did hear when I was a girl that the elm grove was haunted. There's a lake down there, and there was a story years ago that a servant who had drowned herself there used to wander up and down the grove wringing her hands on Michaelmas Eve."
"And where is the elm grove?"
"It's away towards the North Lodge. You wouldn't see it the way you came, and it's hidden from here."
"But the house? There's no legend that that has ever been haunted?"
"No, sir. I suppose some of the Wendovers were very wild generations ago, but I never heard that any of their spirits ever came back again."