'Oh yes, I believe in ghosts... if it's only the ghosts from our past. Ghosts of people we've loved, lived with or never known. A bit of our past is always with us in the colour of our hair, the way we walk, or the turn of the head or the way we talk. Oh yes, the past lives on in all of us, so yes, we live with the ghosts of memory every day.'
An artist comes to live in a dilapidated house; five young maids were once killed there. The owner of the house was accused of murdering them and killed himself... his widow is determined to have him exonerated. She sells the house to the artist and eggs her on to discover the truth which the artist ultimately does: the maids were not murdered but killed by carbon monoxide poisoning after a chimney had accidentally been blocked.