"Well, sir, if you will excuse me for asking, who had you been with before you saw the eyes? Had you spoken to any one? Had you been talking about ghosts, or that sort of thing?"
"No, Simpson; I had been talking with Miss Lethbridge, a young lady who does not believe in ghosts."
"Ah, that explains, sir."
"How, Simpson?"
"A woman always upsets the mind—always. If you had said you had seen the face without the eyes, I could perhaps have believed you; but when you say you saw eyes without a face, and then tell me you had been talking with a young lady, I know just what is the matter."
"Yes; but, Simpson, that is not all. I heard an awful moan. Rather more than a moan—it was a kind of moan and cry combined."
"And did you hear any rustling in the bushes, sir?"
"Not a sound."
"Ah, well, sir, I stand by my opinion. Anything more you want, sir?"
"Nothing more, thank you." And Simpson went away into the kitchen.