1 October, evening.—I found Thomas Snelling in his house at Bethnal Green, bu_nhappily he was not in a condition to remember anything. The very prospect o_eer which my expected coming had opened to him had proved too much, and h_ad begun too early on his expected debauch. I learned, however, from hi_ife, who seemed a decent, poor soul, that he was only the assistant o_mollet, who of the two mates was the responsible person. So off I drove t_alworth, and found Mr. Joseph Smollet at home and in his shirtsleeves, takin_ late tea out of a saucer. He is a decent, intelligent fellow, distinctly _ood, reliable type of workman, and with a headpiece of his own. He remembere_ll about the incident of the boxes, and from a wonderful dog-eared notebook, which he produced from some mysterious receptacle about the seat of hi_rousers, and which had hieroglyphical entries in thick, half-obliterate_encil, he gave me the destinations of the boxes. There were, he said, six i_he cartload which he took from Carfax and left at 197 Chicksand Street, Mil_nd New Town, and another six which he deposited at Jamaica Lane, Bermondsey.
If then the Count meant to scatter these ghastly refuges of his over London, these places were chosen as the first of delivery, so that later he migh_istribute more fully. The systematic manner in which this was done made m_hink that he could not mean to confine himself to two sides of London. He wa_ow fixed on the far east on the northern shore, on the east of the souther_hore, and on the south. The north and west were surely never meant to be lef_ut of his diabolical scheme, let alone the City itself and the very heart o_ashionable London in the south-west and west. I went back to Smollet, an_sked him if he could tell us if any other boxes had been taken from Carfax.
He replied, "Well guv'nor, you've treated me very 'an'some", I had given hi_alf a sovereign, "an I'll tell yer all I know. I heard a man by the name o_loxam say four nights ago in the 'Are an' 'Ounds, in Pincher's Alley, as 'o_e an' his mate 'ad 'ad a rare dusty job in a old 'ouse at Purfleet. Ther_in't a many such jobs as this 'ere, an' I'm thinkin' that maybe Sam Bloxa_ould tell ye summut."
I asked if he could tell me where to find him. I told him that if he could ge_e the address it would be worth another half sovereign to him. So he gulpe_own the rest of his tea and stood up, saying that he was going to begin th_earch then and there.
At the door he stopped, and said, "Look 'ere, guv'nor, there ain't no sense i_e a keepin' you 'ere. I may find Sam soon, or I mayn't, but anyhow he ain'_ike to be in a way to tell ye much tonight. Sam is a rare one when he start_n the booze. If you can give me a envelope with a stamp on it, and put ye_ddress on it, I'll find out where Sam is to be found and post it ye tonight.
But ye'd better be up arter 'im soon in the mornin', never mind the booze th_ight afore."
This was all practical, so one of the children went off with a penny to buy a_nvelope and a sheet of paper, and to keep the change. When she came back, _ddressed the envelope and stamped it, and when Smollet had again faithfull_romised to post the address when found, I took my way to home. We're on th_rack anyhow. I am tired tonight, and I want to sleep. Mina is fast asleep, and looks a little too pale. Her eyes look as though she had been crying. Poo_ear, I've no doubt it frets her to be kept in the dark, and it may make he_oubly anxious about me and the others. But it is best as it is. It is bette_o be disappointed and worried in such a way now than to have her nerv_roken. The doctors were quite right to insist on her being kept out of thi_readful business. I must be firm, for on me this particular burden of silenc_ust rest. I shall not ever enter on the subject with her under an_ircumstances. Indeed, It may not be a hard task, after all, for she hersel_as become reticent on the subject, and has not spoken of the Count or hi_oings ever since we told her of our decision.
2 October, evening—A long and trying and exciting day. By the first post I go_y directed envelope with a dirty scrap of paper enclosed, on which wa_ritten with a carpenter's pencil in a sprawling hand, "Sam Bloxam, Korkrans, 4 Poters Cort, Bartel Street, Walworth. Arsk for the depite."
I got the letter in bed, and rose without waking Mina. She looked heavy an_leepy and pale, and far from well. I determined not to wake her, but tha_hen I should return from this new search, I would arrange for her going bac_o Exeter. I think she would be happier in our own home, with her daily task_o interest her, than in being here amongst us and in ignorance. I only sa_r. Seward for a moment, and told him where I was off to, promising to com_ack and tell the rest so soon as I should have found out anything. I drove t_alworth and found, with some difficulty, Potter's Court. Mr. Smollet'_pelling misled me, as I asked for Poter's Court instead of Potter's Court.
However, when I had found the court, I had no difficulty in discoverin_orcoran's lodging house.
When I asked the man who came to the door for the "depite," he shook his head, and said, "I dunno 'im. There ain't no such a person 'ere. I never 'eard of
'im in all my bloomin' days. Don't believe there ain't nobody of that kin_ivin' 'ere or anywheres."
I took out Smollet's letter, and as I read it it seemed to me that the lesso_f the spelling of the name of the court might guide me. "What are you?" _sked.
"I'm the depity," he answered.
I saw at once that I was on the right track. Phonetic spelling had agai_isled me. A half crown tip put the deputy's knowledge at my disposal, and _earned that Mr. Bloxam, who had slept off the remains of his beer on th_revious night at Corcoran's, had left for his work at Poplar at five o'cloc_hat morning. He could not tell me where the place of work was situated, bu_e had a vague idea that it was some kind of a "new-fangled ware'us," and wit_his slender clue I had to start for Poplar. It was twelve o'clock before _ot any satisfactory hint of such a building, and this I got at a coffee shop, where some workmen were having their dinner. One of them suggested that ther_as being erected at Cross Angel Street a new "cold storage" building, and a_his suited the condition of a "new-fangled ware'us," I at once drove to it.
An interview with a surly gatekeeper and a surlier foreman, both of whom wer_ppeased with the coin of the realm, put me on the track of Bloxam. He wa_ent for on my suggestion that I was willing to pay his days wages to hi_oreman for the privilege of asking him a few questions on a private matter.
He was a smart enough fellow, though rough of speech and bearing. When I ha_romised to pay for his information and given him an earnest, he told me tha_e had made two journeys between Carfax and a house in Piccadilly, and ha_aken from this house to the latter nine great boxes, "main heavy ones," wit_ horse and cart hired by him for this purpose.
I asked him if he could tell me the number of the house in Piccadilly, t_hich he replied, "Well, guv'nor, I forgits the number, but it was only a fe_oor from a big white church, or somethink of the kind, not long built. It wa_ dusty old 'ouse, too, though nothin' to the dustiness of the 'ouse we tooke_he bloomin' boxes from."
"How did you get in if both houses were empty?"
"There was the old party what engaged me a waitin' in the 'ouse at Purfleet.
He 'elped me to lift the boxes and put them in the dray. Curse me, but he wa_he strongest chap I ever struck, an' him a old feller, with a whit_oustache, one that thin you would think he couldn't throw a shadder."
How this phrase thrilled through me!
"Why, 'e took up 'is end o' the boxes like they was pounds of tea, and me _uffin' an' a blowin' afore I could upend mine anyhow, an' I'm no chicken, neither."
"How did you get into the house in Piccadilly?" I asked.
"He was there too. He must 'a started off and got there afore me, for when _ung of the bell he kem an' opened the door 'isself an' 'elped me carry th_oxes into the 'all."
"The whole nine?" I asked.
"Yus, there was five in the first load an' four in the second. It was main dr_ork, an' I don't so well remember 'ow I got 'ome."
I interrupted him, "Were the boxes left in the hall?"
"Yus, it was a big 'all, an' there was nothin' else in it."
I made one more attempt to further matters. "You didn't have any key?"
"Never used no key nor nothink. The old gent, he opened the door 'isself an'
shut it again when I druv off. I don't remember the last time, but that wa_he beer."
"And you can't remember the number of the house?"
"No, sir. But ye needn't have no difficulty about that. It's a 'igh 'un with _tone front with a bow on it, an' 'igh steps up to the door. I know the_teps, 'avin' 'ad to carry the boxes up with three loafers what come round t_arn a copper. The old gent give them shillin's, an' they seein' they got s_uch, they wanted more. But 'e took one of them by the shoulder and was lik_o throw 'im down the steps, till the lot of them went away cussin'."
I thought that with this description I could find the house, so having paid m_riend for his information, I started off for Piccadilly. I had gained a ne_ainful experience. The Count could, it was evident, handle the earth boxe_imself. If so, time was precious, for now that he had achieved a certai_mount of distribution, he could, by choosing his own time, complete the tas_nobserved. At Piccadilly Circus I discharged my cab, and walked westward.
Beyond the Junior Constitutional I came across the house described and wa_atisfied that this was the next of the lairs arranged by Dracula. The hous_ooked as though it had been long untenanted. The windows were encrusted wit_ust, and the shutters were up. All the framework was black with time, an_rom the iron the paint had mostly scaled away. It was evident that up t_ately there had been a large notice board in front of the balcony. It had, however, been roughly torn away, the uprights which had supported it stil_emaining. Behind the rails of the balcony I saw there were some loose boards, whose raw edges looked white. I would have given a good deal to have been abl_o see the notice board intact, as it would, perhaps, have given some clue t_he ownership of the house. I remembered my experience of the investigatio_nd purchase of Carfax, and I could not but feel that I could find the forme_wner there might be some means discovered of gaining access to the house.
There was at present nothing to be learned from the Piccadilly side, an_othing could be done, so I went around to the back to see if anything coul_e gathered from this quarter. The mews were active, the Piccadilly house_eing mostly in occupation. I asked one or two of the grooms and helpers who_ saw around if they could tell me anything about the empty house. One of the_aid that he heard it had lately been taken, but he couldn't say from whom. H_old me, however, that up to very lately there had been a notice board of "Fo_ale" up, and that perhaps Mitchell, Sons, & Candy the house agents could tel_e something, as he thought he remembered seeing the name of that firm on th_oard. I did not wish to seem too eager, or to let my informant know or gues_oo much, so thanking him in the usual manner,I strolled away. It was no_rowing dusk, and the autumn night was closing in, so I did not lose any time.
Having learned the address of Mitchell, Sons, & Candy from a directory at th_erkeley, I was soon at their office in Sackville Street.
The gentleman who saw me was particularly suave in manner, but uncommunicativ_n equal proportion. Having once told me that the Piccadilly house, whic_hroughout our interview he called a "mansion," was sold, he considered m_usiness as concluded. When I asked who had purchased it, he opened his eyes _hought wider, and paused a few seconds before replying, "It is sold, sir."
"Pardon me," I said, with equal politeness, "but I have a special reason fo_ishing to know who purchased it."
Again he paused longer, and raised his eyebrows still more. "It is sold, sir,"
was again his laconic reply.
"Surely," I said, "you do not mind letting me know so much."
"But I do mind," he answered. "The affairs of their clients are absolutel_afe in the hands of Mitchell, Sons, & Candy."
This was manifestly a prig of the first water, and there was no use arguin_ith him. I thought I had best meet him on his own ground, so I said, "You_lients, sir, are happy in having so resolute a guardian of their confidence.
I am myself a professional man."
Here I handed him my card. "In this instance I am not prompted by curiosity, _ct on the part of Lord Godalming, who wishes to know something of th_roperty which was, he understood, lately for sale."
These words put a different complexion on affairs. He said, "I would like t_blige you if I could, Mr. Harker, and especially would I like to oblige hi_ordship. We once carried out a small matter of renting some chambers for hi_hen he was the Honorable Arthur Holmwood. If you will let me have hi_ordship's address I will consult the House on the subject, and will, in an_ase, communicate with his lordship by tonight's post. It will be a pleasur_f we can so far deviate from our rules as to give the required information t_is lordship."
I wanted to secure a friend, and not to make an enemy, so I thanked him, gav_he address at Dr. Seward's and came away. It was now dark, and I was tire_nd hungry. I got a cup of tea at the Aerated Bread Company and came down t_urfleet by the next train.
I found all the others at home. Mina was looking tired and pale, but she mad_ gallant effort to be bright and cheerful. It wrung my heart to think that _ad had to keep anything from her and so caused her inquietude. Thank God, this will be the last night of her looking on at our conferences, and feelin_he sting of our not showing our confidence. It took all my courage to hold t_he wise resolution of keeping her out of our grim task. She seems someho_ore reconciled, or else the very subject seems to have become repugnant t_er, for when any accidental allusion is made she actually shudders. I am gla_e made our resolution in time, as with such a feeling as this,our growin_nowledge would be torture to her.
I could not tell the others of the day's discovery till we were alone, s_fter dinner, followed by a little music to save appearances even amongs_urselves, I took Mina to her room and left her to go to bed. The dear gir_as more affectionate with me than ever, and clung to me as though she woul_etain me, but there was much to be talked of and I came away. Thank God, th_easing of telling things has made no difference between us.
When I came down again I found the others all gathered round the fire in th_tudy. In the train I had written my diary so far, and simply read it off t_hem as the best means of letting them get abreast of my own information.
When I had finished Van Helsing said, "This has been a great day's work, friend Jonathan. Doubtless we are on the track of the missing boxes. If w_ind them all in that house, then our work is near the end. But if there b_ome missing, we must search until we find them. Then shall we make our fina_oup, and hunt the wretch to his real death."
We all sat silent awhile and all at once Mr. Morris spoke, "Say! How are w_oing to get into that house?"
"We got into the other,"answered Lord Godalming quickly.
"But, Art, this is different. We broke house at Carfax, but we had night and _alled park to protect us. It will be a mighty different thing to commi_urglary in Piccadilly, either by day or night. I confess I don't see how w_re going to get in unless that agency duck can find us a key of some sort."
Lord Godalming's brows contracted, and he stood up and walked about the room.
By-and-by he stopped and said, turning from one to another of us, "Quincey'_ead is level. This burglary business is getting serious. We got off once al_ight, but we have now a rare job on hand. Unless we can find the Count's ke_asket."
As nothing could well be done before morning, and as it would be at leas_dvisable to wait till Lord Godalming should hear from Mitchell's, we decide_ot to take any active step before breakfast time. For a good while we sat an_moked, discussing the matter in its various lights and bearings. I took th_pportunity of bringing this diary right up to the moment. I am very sleep_nd shall go to bed …
Just a line. Mina sleeps soundly and her breathing is regular. Her forehead i_uckered up into little wrinkles, as though she thinks even in her sleep. Sh_s still too pale, but does not look so haggard as she did this morning.
Tomorrow will, I hope, mend all this. She will be herself at home in Exeter.
Oh, but I am sleepy!
DR. SEWARD'S DIARY
1 October.—I am puzzled afresh about Renfield. His moods change so rapidl_hat I find it difficult to keep touch of them, and as they always mea_omething more than his own well-being, they form a more than interestin_tudy. This morning, when I went to see him after his repulse of Van Helsing, his manner was that of a man commanding destiny. He was, in fact, commandin_estiny, subjectively. He did not really care for any of the things of mer_arth, he was in the clouds and looked down on all the weaknesses and wants o_s poor mortals.
I thought I would improve the occasion and learn something, so I asked him,
"What about the flies these times?"
He smiled on me in quite a superior sort of way, such a smile as would hav_ecome the face of Malvolio, as he answered me, "The fly, my dear sir, has on_triking feature. It's wings are typical of the aerial powers of the psychi_aculties. The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!"
I thought I would push his analogy to its utmost logically, so I said quickly,
"Oh, it is a soul you are after now, is it?"
His madness foiled his reason, and a puzzled look spread over his face as, shaking his head with a decision which I had but seldom seen in him.
He said, "Oh, no, oh no! I want no souls. Life is all I want." Here h_rightened up. "I am pretty indifferent about it at present. Life is al_ight. I have all I want. You must get a new patient, doctor, if you wish t_tudy zoophagy!"
This puzzled me a little, so I drew him on. "Then you command life. You are _od, I suppose?"
He smiled with an ineffably benign superiority. "Oh no! Far be it from me t_rrogate to myself the attributes of the Deity. I am not even concerned in Hi_specially spiritual doings. If I may state my intellectual position I am, s_ar as concerns things purely terrestrial, somewhat in the position whic_noch occupied spiritually!"
This was a poser to me. I could not at the moment recall Enoch's appositeness, so I had to ask a simple question, though I felt that by so doing I wa_owering myself in the eyes of the lunatic. "And why with Enoch?"
"Because he walked with God."
I could not see the analogy, but did not like to admit it, so I harked back t_hat he had denied. "So you don't care about life and you don't want souls.
Why not?" I put my question quickly and somewhat sternly, on purpose t_isconcert him.
The effort succeeded, for an instant he unconsciously relapsed into his ol_ervile manner, bent low before me, and actually fawned upon me as he replied.
"I don't want any souls, indeed, indeed! I don't. I couldn't use them if I ha_hem. They would be no manner of use to me. I couldn't eat them or … "
He suddenly stopped and the old cunning look spread over his face, like a win_weep on the surface of the water.
"And doctor, as to life, what is it after all? When you've got all yo_equire, and you know that you will never want, that is all. I have friends, good friends, like you, Dr. Seward."This was said with a leer of inexpressibl_unning. "I know that I shall never lack the means of life!"
I think that through the cloudiness of his insanity he saw some antagonism i_e, for he at once fell back on the last refuge of such as he, a dogge_ilence. After a short time I saw that for the present it was useless to spea_o him. He was sulky, and so I came away.
Later in the day he sent for me. Ordinarily I would not have come withou_pecial reason, but just at present I am so interested in him that I woul_ladly make an effort. Besides, I am glad to have anything to help pass th_ime. Harker is out, following up clues, and so are Lord Godalming an_uincey. Van Helsing sits in my study poring over the record prepared by th_arkers. He seems to think that by accurate knowledge of all details he wil_ight up on some clue. He does not wish to be disturbed in the work, withou_ause. I would have taken him with me to see the patient, only I thought tha_fter his last repulse he might not care to go again. There was also anothe_eason. Renfield might not speak so freely before a third person as when h_nd I were alone.
I found him sitting in the middle of the floor on his stool, a pose which i_enerally indicative of some mental energy on his part. When I came in, h_aid at once, as though the question had been waiting on his lips. "What abou_ouls?"
It was evident then that my surmise had been correct. Unconscious cerebratio_as doing its work, even with the lunatic. I determined to have the matte_ut.
"What about them yourself?" I asked.
He did not reply for a moment but looked all around him, and up and down, a_hough he expected to find some inspiration for an answer.
"I don't want any souls!" He said in a feeble, apologetic way. The matte_eemed preying on his mind, and so I determined to use it, to "be cruel onl_o be kind." So I said, "You like life, and you want life?"
"Oh yes! But that is all right. You needn't worry about that!"
"But," I asked,"how are we to get the life without getting the soul also?"
This seemed to puzzle him, so I followed it up, "A nice time you'll have som_ime when you're flying out here, with the souls of thousands of flies an_piders and birds and cats buzzing and twittering and moaning all around you.
You've got their lives, you know, and you must put up with their souls!"
Something seemed to affect his imagination, for he put his fingers to his ear_nd shut his eyes, screwing them up tightly just as a small boy does when hi_ace is being soaped. There was something pathetic in it that touched me. I_lso gave me a lesson, for it seemed that before me was a child, only a child, though the features were worn, and the stubble on the jaws was white. It wa_vident that he was undergoing some process of mental disturbance, and knowin_ow his past moods had interpreted things seemingly foreign to himself, _hought I would enter into his mind as well as I could and go with him
The first step was to restore confidence, so I asked him, speaking pretty lou_o that he would hear me through his closed ears,"Would you like some sugar t_et your flies around again?"
He seemed to wake up all at once, and shook his head. With a laugh he replied,
"Not much! Flies are poor things, after all!" After a pause he added, "But _on't want their souls buzzing round me, all the same."
"Or spiders?" I went on.
"Blow spiders! What's the use of spiders? There isn't anything in them to ea_r … " He stopped suddenly as though reminded of a forbidden topic.
"So, so!" I thought to myself, "this is the second time he has suddenl_topped at the word `drink'. What does it mean?"
Renfield seemed himself aware of having made a lapse, for he hurried on, a_hough to distract my attention from it, "I don't take any stock at all i_uch matters. `Rats and mice and such small deer,' as Shakespeare has it, `chicken feed of the larder' they might be called. I'm past all that sort o_onsense. You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair o_hopsticks, as to try to interest me about the less carnivora, when I know o_hat is before me."
"I see," I said."You want big things that you can make your teeth meet in? Ho_ould you like to breakfast on an elephant?"
"What ridiculous nonsense you are talking?" He was getting too wide awake, s_ thought I would press him hard.
"I wonder," I said reflectively, "what an elephant's soul is like!"
The effect I desired was obtained, for he at once fell from his high-horse an_ecame a child again.
"I don't want an elephant's soul, or any soul at all!" he said. For a fe_oments he sat despondently. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, with his eye_lazing and all the signs of intense cerebral excitement. "To hell with yo_nd your souls!" he shouted. "Why do you plague me about souls? Haven't I go_nough to worry, and pain, to distract me already, without thinking of souls?"
He looked so hostile that I thought he was in for another homicidal fit, so _lew my whistle.
The instant, however, that I did so he became calm, and said apologetically,
"Forgive me, Doctor. I forgot myself. You do not need any help. I am s_orried in my mind that I am apt to be irritable. If you only knew the proble_ have to face, and that I am working out, you would pity, and tolerate, an_ardon me. Pray do not put me in a strait waistcoat. I want to think and _annot think freely when my body is confined. I am sure you will understand!"
He had evidently self-control, so when the attendants came I told them not t_ind, and they withdrew. Renfield watched them go. When the door was closed h_aid with considerable dignity and sweetness, "Dr. Seward, you have been ver_onsiderate towards me. Believe me that I am very, very grateful to you!"
I thought it well to leave him in this mood, and so I came away. There i_ertainly something to ponder over in this man's state. Several points seem t_ake what the American interviewer calls "a story," if one could only get the_n proper order. Here they are:
Will not mention "drinking."
Fears the thought of being burdened with the "soul" of anything.
Has no dread of wanting "life" in the future.
Despises the meaner forms of life altogether, though he dreads being haunte_y their souls.
Logically all these things point one way! He has assurance of some kind tha_e will acquire some higher life.
He dreads the consequence, the burden of a soul. Then it is a human life h_ooks to!
And the assurance … ?
Merciful God! The Count has been to him, and there is some new scheme o_error afoot!
Later.—I went after my round to Van Helsing and told him my suspicion. He gre_ery grave, and after thinking the matter over for a while asked me to tak_im to Renfield. I did so. As we came to the door we heard the lunatic withi_inging gaily, as he used to do in the time which now seems so long ago.
When we entered we saw with amazement that he had spread out his sugar as o_ld. The flies, lethargic with the autumn, were beginning to buzz into th_oom. We tried to make him talk of the subject of our previous conversation, but he would not attend. He went on with his singing, just as though we ha_ot been present. He had got a scrap of paper and was folding it into _otebook. We had to come away as ignorant as we went in.
His is a curious case indeed. We must watch him tonight.
LETTER, MITCHELL, SONS & CANDY TO LORD GODALMING.
"1 October. "My Lord,
"We are at all times only too happy to meet your wishes. We beg, with regar_o the desire of your Lordship, expressed by Mr. Harker on your behalf, t_upply the following information concerning the sale and purchase o_o.347,Piccadilly. The original vendors are the executors of the late Mr.
Archibald Winter-Suffield. The purchaser is a foreign nobleman, Count d_ille, who effected the purchase himself paying the purchase money in notes `over the counter,' if your Lordship will pardon us using so vulgar a_xpression. Beyond this we know nothing whatever of him.
"We are, my Lord,
"Your Lordship's humble servants,
"MITCHELL, SONS & CANDY."
DR. SEWARD'S DIARY
2 October.—I placed a man in the corridor last night, and told him to make a_ccurate note of any sound he might hear from Renfield's room, and gave hi_nstructions that if there should be anything strange he was to call me. Afte_inner, when we had all gathered round the fire in the study, Mrs. Harke_aving gone to bed, we discussed the attempts and discoveries of the day.
Harker was the only one who had any result, and we are in great hopes that hi_lue may be an important one.
Before going to bed I went round to the patient's room and looked in throug_he observation trap. He was sleeping soundly, his heart rose and fell wit_egular respiration.
This morning the man on duty reported to me that a little after midnight h_as restless and kept saying his prayers somewhat loudly. I asked him if tha_as all. He replied that it was all he heard. There was something about hi_anner, so suspicious that I asked him point blank if he had been asleep. H_enied sleep, but admitted to having "dozed" for a while. It is too bad tha_en cannot be trusted unless they are watched.
Today Harker is out following up his clue, and Art and Quincey are lookin_fter horses. Godalming thinks that it will be well to have horses always i_eadiness, for when we get the information which we seek there will be no tim_o lose. We must sterilize all the imported earth between sunrise and sunset.
We shall thus catch the Count at his weakest, and without a refuge to fly to.
Van Helsing is off to the British Museum looking up some authorities o_ncient medicine. The old physicians took account of things which thei_ollowers do not accept, and the Professor is searching for witch and demo_ures which may be useful to us later.
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity i_trait waistcoats.
Later.—We have met again. We seem at last to be on the track, and our work o_omorrow may be the beginning of the end. I wonder if Renfield's quiet ha_nything to do with this. His moods have so followed the doings of the Count, that the coming destruction of the monster may be carried to him some subtl_ay. If we could only get some hint as to what passed in his mind, between th_ime of my argument with him today and his resumption of fly-catching, i_ight afford us a valuable clue. He is now seemingly quiet for a spell … I_e? That wild yell seemed to come from his room …
The attendant came bursting into my room and told me that Renfield had someho_et with some accident. He had heard him yell, and when he went to him foun_im lying on his face on the floor, all covered with blood. I must go at once …