"I SCREAMED THROUGH THE KEY-HOLE."
"He is our family physician," replied the young lady. "He has attended us for years."
"And what did your mother say when you proposed to see him?"
"She shivered violently, and said, 'No, I won't have him in the house.' After a time she decided to bring me to you."
"And have you had that hallucination again?" I inquired.
"It was not a hallucination," she answered, pouting her lips.
"I will humour you," I answered. "Have you seen your father again?"
"No, and I am not likely to."
"Why do you think that?"
"I cannot quite tell you—I think mother is in it. Mother is very unhappy about something, and she looks at me at times as if she were afraid of me." Here Miss Heathcote rose. "You said I was not to stay long," she remarked. "Now I have told you everything. You see that it is absolutely impossible for ordinary medicines to cure me, any more than ordinary medicines can cure mother of her awful dreams."