“Undoubtedly, doctor— undoubtedly,” Gees assured him.
“Mrs. Norris has been trying to convince me, Mr.— er— Mr. Gees, that there was— er— she believes there was an element of the supernatural or shall we say of a psychic nature among the causes of this— er— seizure. Of course you, with your wider knowledge of the world, know what to think of credulity of that sort?”
“I do, doctor. Oh, most certainly I do!”
“Yes, I was convinced of it. In this age of scientific achievement and research, with the bubbles of alchemy and astrology dispersed by the mere breath of reason and practicality, one can only regard such leaning toward almost mediaeval superstition as— but I must be getting along, Mr.— er— Mr. Gees— I must be be getting along. Good day to you, sir— good day. I am sure Sir Wagram Snoo
