“Has he been vicar long?” I inquired.
“Oh, he’s been here these five years, I think, or perhaps a little more.”
“And is there an old Manor House here?”
“Yes, sir. Right up the top end of the village. Mr. and Mrs. Kenway live there. They’re new tenants, and have only been there about a year.”
“Is it a large house?”
“One of the largest here—a very old-fashioned place.”
“Is it the oldest house?”
“Oh, yes, I think so, but I wouldn’t care to live in it myself,” and the young woman shrugged her shoulders.
“Why?” I inquired, at once interested and hoping to learn some local legend.
“Well, they say that all sorts of strange noises are heard there at night. I’m no believer in ghosts, you know, but even rats are not pleasant companions in a house.”