The noise proved her salvation. No psychic phenomena can stand violent vibration, and Sir George Cookham, arriving on the scene at the sound of the report, found his wife lying on the ground unconscious, but alone. He heard her story, and refused to be convinced. "It's a case of suggestion," he argued. "Lucy was a highly strung, imaginative girl. She had, in all probability, been reading spook tales, and hearing a noise in the cupboard had at once attributed the sound to ghosts. That was quite enough for Wilkins. Servants are ready to believe anything--especially if it is propagated by one of their own class. Miss Dennis is a hypochondriac. All governesses must be. The nature of their work necessitates it. She heard a well-garnished account of what was supposed to have happened from Wilkins, probably from Lucy too, and the neurotic state of her nerves did the rest. Of course when it comes to you, my dear," he said, "it is more difficult to understand. But as there are no such things as ghosts--as they are a scientific impossibility--it must have been suggestion." "I'm certain it was not," Lady Cookham retorted, "and I'm going to leave the house and take the children with me. It's not right for them to stay." Sir George protested, but Lady Cookham had her own way, and in less than a fortnight there were notices in the _Field_, and other papers, to say that "The Mayfields" was to be let furnished. "We'll give it a year's trial," Lady Cookham said, "and, if the people who take it are not disturbed by anything unusual happening, we will conclude the hauntings are at an end and return." A few days after this conversation Sir George met Dr. Sickertorft on the platform of Coventry Station. Though the day was almost sultry, the doctor was muffled up in an overcoat, and appeared very pale and thin. "So you are leaving 'The Mayfields,'" Sickertorft remarked. "Has the ghost been too much for you?" "Ghost!" Sir George cried angrily, "what the deuce do you mean? We have let the house for awhile, but not on account of any ghost. My wife wants to be nearer London." "Then the stories that have got afloat are all moonshine," Sickertorft replied, with a smile, "and you are still just as sceptical as ever." "I am," Sir George responded; "and if you hear any more reports about 'The Mayfields' being haunted, kindly contradict them." Sickertorft smiled. "I will make a bet, Sir George," he said, "that you will be converted one day." "You may bet as much as you like, but you'll lose," Sir George answered furiously. And turning his back on Sickertorft, he walked away from him without another word.