They lived in C—— Crescent. When I arrived there, I found the entire household in a panic, the ghost having appeared to one and all during the previous night.
“It was so terrible,” Mrs. Rowlandson said, “that I can’t bear even to think of it, and shall certainly never forget it. One of the maids fainted, and was so ill afterwards, we were obliged to have the doctor, and all have given notice to leave.”
“Did nothing of the sort happen before you went to ‘Bocarthe’?” I ventured to ask.
“No,” Mr. Rowlandson replied, “not a thing. We were then sceptics where ghosts were concerned, but we’re certainly not sceptical now.”
“Do you think it possible,” I said, “that the ghost is attached to some piece of old furniture? I have read of such cases.”
Mr. Rowlandson shook his head.
“No,” he said, “we have no old furniture, all our furniture is modern and new; at least, it was new when we came to ‘Bocarthe.’”
“Then, if the ghost is neither attached to the house, nor to the ground, nor to the furniture, it must surely be attached to some person,” I remarked. “I have read that one of the dangers of attending Spiritualistic Séances is that spirits occasionally attach themselves to people, and can only be got rid of with great difficulty. I suppose no one in the house has gone in for Spiritualism?”
“I can safely say I haven’t,” Mr. Rowlandson laughed; “and you haven’t, either, Maud, have you?” he said, looking at his wife.