But there are other things to follow, and things that are thousand times more difficult in that them we do not knowShe have yet no life taken, though that is of time, and to act now would be to take danger from her foreverBut then we may have to want Arthur, and how shall we tell him of this? If you, who saw the wounds on Lucy's throat, and saw the wounds so similar on the child's at the hospital, if you, who saw the coffin empty last night and full today with a woman who have not change only to be more rose and more beautiful in a whole week, after she die, if you know of this and know of the white figure last night that brought the child to the churchyard, and yet of your own senses you did not believe, how then, can I expect Arthur, who know none of those things, to believe? "He doubted me when I took him from her kiss when she was dyingI know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say goodbye as he ought, and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive, and that in most mistake of all we have killed herHe will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas, and so he will be much unhappy alwaysYet he never can be sure, and that is the worst of allAnd he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered, and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an UnDeadNo! I told him once, and since then I learn muchNow, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweetHe, poor fellow, must have one hour that will make the very face of heaven grow black to him, then we can act for good all round and send him peaceYou return home for tonight to your asylum, and see that all be wellAs for me, I shall spend the night here in this churchyard in my own wayTomorrow night you will come to me to the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clockI shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his bloodLater we shall all have work to doI come with you so far as Piccadilly and there dine, for I must be back here before the sun set So we locked the tomb and came away, and got over the wall of the churchyard, which was not much of a task, and drove back to Piccadilly NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU, BERKELEY HOTEL DIRECTED TO JOHN SEWARD, M(Not Delivered) 27 September "Friend John, "I write this in case anything should happenI go alone to watch in that churchyardIt pleases me that the UnDead, Miss Lucy, shall not leave tonight, that so on the morrow night she may be more eagerTherefore I shall fix some things she like not, garlic and a crucifix, and so seal up the door of the tombShe is young as UnDead, and will heedMoreover, these are only to prevent her coming outThey may not prevail on her wanting to get in, for then the UnDead is desperate, and must find the line of least resistance, whatsoever it may beI shall be at hand all the night from sunset till after sunrise, and if there be aught that may be learned I shall learn itFor Miss Lucy or from her, I have no fear, but that other to whom is there that she is UnDead, he have not the power to seek her tomb and find shelterHe is cunning, as I know from MrJonathan and from the way that all along he have fooled us when he played with us for Miss Lucy's life, and we lost, and in many ways the UnDead are strongHe have always the strength in his hand of twenty men, even we four who gave our strength to Miss Lucy it also is all to himBesides, he can summon his wolf and I know not whatSo if it be that he came thither on this night he shall find meBut none other shall, until it be too lateBut it may be that he will not attempt the placeThere is no reason why he shouldHis hunting ground is more full of game than the churchyard where the UnDead woman sleeps, and the one old man watch "Therefore I write this in case? Take the papers that are with this, the diaries of Harker and the rest, and read them, and then find this great UnDead, and cut off his head and burn his heart or drive a stake through it, so that the world may rest from him "If it be so, farewellSEWARD'S DIARY 28 September-It is wonderful what a good night's sleep will do for shop one

The woman suddenly turned to her work, and labored with a despatch that was perfectly astonishing to TomShe seemed to work by magicBefore the day was through, her basket was filled, crowded down, and piled, and she had several times put largely into Tom?sLong after dusk, the whole weary train, with their baskets on their heads, defiled up to the building appropriated to the storing and weighing the cottonLegree was there, busily conversing with the two drivers ?Dat ar Tom?s gwine to make a powerful deal o? trouble; kept a puttin? into Lucy?s basketOne o? these yer dat will get all der niggers to feelin? bused, if Masir don?t watch him!? said Sambo ?Hey-dey! The black cuss!? said Legree?He?ll have to get a breakin? in, won?t he, boys?? Both negroes grinned a horrid grin, at this intimation ?Ay, ay! Let Mas?r Legree alone, for breakin? in! De debil heself couldn?t beat Mas?r at dat!? said Quimbo ?Wal, boys, the best way is to give him the flogging to do, till he gets over his notionsBreak him in!? ?Lord, Mas?r?ll have hard work to get dat out o? him!? ?It?ll have to come out of him, though!? said Legree, as he rolled his tobacco in his mouth ?Now, dar?s Lucy,?de aggravatinest, ugliest wench on de place!? pursued Sambo ?Take care, Sam; I shall begin to think what?s the reason for your spite agin Lucy ?Well, Mas?r knows she sot herself up agin Mas?r, and wouldn?t have me, when he telled her to ?I?d a flogged her into ?t,? said Legree, spitting, only there?s such a press o? work, it don?t seem wuth a while to upset her jist nowShe?s slender; but these yer slender gals will bear half killin? to get their own way!? ?Wal, Lucy was real aggravatin? and lazy, sulkin? round; wouldn?t do nothin,?and Tom he tuck up for her ?He did, eh! Wal, then, Tom shall have the pleasure of flogging herIt?ll be a good practice for him, and he won?t put it on to the gal like you devils, neither ?Ho, ho! haw! haw! haw!? laughed both the sooty wretches; and the diabolical sounds seemed, in truth, a not unapt expression of the fiendish character which Legree gave them ?Wal, but, Mas?r, Tom and Misse Cassy, and dey among ?em, filled Lucy?s basketI ruther guess der weight ?s in it, Mas?r!? ?I do the weighing!? said Legree, emphatically Both the drivers again laughed their diabolical laugh ?So!? he added, ?Misse Cassy did her day?s work ?She picks like de debil and all his angels!? ?She?s got ?em all in her, I believe!? said Legree; and, growling a brutal oath, he proceeded to the weighing-room Slowly the weary, dispirited creatures, wound their way into the room, and, with crouching reluctance, presented their baskets to be weighed Legree noted on a slate, on the side of which was pasted a list of names, the amount Tom?s basket was weighed and approved; and he looked, with an anxious glance, for the success of the woman he had befriended Tottering with weakness, she came forward, and delivered her basketIt was of full weight, as Legree well perceived; but, affecting anger, he said, ?What, you lazy beast! short again! stand aside, you?ll catch it, pretty soon!? The woman gave a groan of utter despair, and sat down on a board The person who had been called Misse Cassy now came forward, and, with a haughty, negligent air, delivered her basketAs she delivered it, Legree looked in her eyes with a sneering yet inquiring glance She fixed her black eyes steadily on him, her lips moved slightly, and she said something in FrenchWhat it was, no one knew; but Legree?s face became perfectly demoniacal in its expression, as she spoke; he half raised his hand, as if to strike,?a gesture which she regarded with fierce disdain, as she turned and walked away ?And now,? said Legree, ?come here, you TomYou see, I telled ye I didn?t buy ye jest for the common work; I mean to promote ye, and make a driver of ye; and tonight ye may jest as well begin to get yer hand inNow, ye jest take this yer gal and flog her; ye?ve seen enough on?t to know how I beg Mas?r?s pardon,? said Tom; ?hopes Mas?r won?t set me at thatIt?s what I an?t used to,?never did,?and can?t do, no way possible ?Ye?ll larn a pretty smart chance of things ye never did know, before I?ve done with ye!? said Legree, taking up a cowhide, and striking Tom a heavy blow cross the cheek, and following up the infliction by a shower of shop blows

I heard a man by the name of Bloxam say four nights ago in the 'Are an' 'Ounds, in Pincher's Alley, as 'ow he an' his mate 'ad 'ad a rare dusty job in a old 'ouse at PurfleetThere ain't a many such jobs as this 'ere, an' I'm thinkin' that maybe Sam Bloxam could tell ye summut I asked if he could tell me where to find himI told him that if he could get me the address it would be worth another half sovereign to himSo he gulped down the rest of his tea and stood up, saying that he was going to begin the search then and there At the door he stopped, and said, "Look 'ere, guv'nor, there ain't no sense in me a keepin' you 'ereI may find Sam soon, or I mayn't, but anyhow he ain't like to be in a way to tell ye much tonightSam is a rare one when he starts on the boozeIf you can give me a envelope with a stamp on it, and put yer address on it, I'll find out where Sam is to be found and post it ye tonightBut ye'd better be up arter 'im soon in the mornin', never mind the booze the night afore This was all practical, so one of the children went off with a penny to buy an envelope and a sheet of paper, and to keep the changeWhen she came back, I addressed the envelope and stamped it, and when Smollet had again faithfully promised to post the address when found, I took my way to homeWe're on the track anyhowI am tired tonight, and I want to sleepMina is fast asleep, and looks a little too paleHer eyes look as though she had been cryingPoor dear, I've no doubt it frets her to be kept in the dark, and it may make her doubly anxious about me and the othersBut it is best as it isIt is better to be disappointed and worried in such a way now than to have her nerve brokenThe doctors were quite right to insist on her being kept out of this dreadful businessI must be firm, for on me this particular burden of silence must restI shall not ever enter on the subject with her under any circumstancesIndeed, It may not be a hard task, after all, for she herself has become reticent on the subject, and has not spoken of the Count or his doings ever since we told her of our decision 2 October, evening--A long and trying and exciting dayBy the first post I got my directed envelope with a dirty scrap of paper enclosed, on which was written with a carpenter's pencil in a sprawling hand, "Sam Bloxam, Korkrans, 4 Poters Cort, Bartel Street, Walworth I got the letter in bed, and rose without waking MinaShe looked heavy and sleepy and pale, and far from wellI determined not to wake her, but that when I should return from this new search, I would arrange for her going back to ExeterI think she would be happier in our own home, with her daily tasks to interest her, than in being here amongst us and in ignoranceSeward for a moment, and told him where I was off to, promising to come back and tell the rest so soon as I should have found out anythingI drove to Walworth and found, with some difficulty, Potter's CourtSmollet's spelling misled me, as I asked for Poter's Court instead of Potter's CourtHowever, when I had found the court, I had no difficulty in discovering Corcoran's lodging house When I asked the man who came to the door for the "depite," he shook his head, and said, "I dunno 'imThere ain't no such a person 'ereI never 'eard of 'im in all my bloomin' daysDon't believe there ain't nobody of that kind livin' 'ere or anywheres I took out Smollet's letter, and as I read it it seemed to me that the lesson of the spelling of the name of the court might guide me"What are you?" I asked "I'm the depity," he shop answered

Jonathan's bitter experience served me hereBy memory of his diary I found my way to the old chapel, for I knew that here my work layThe air was oppressiveIt seemed as if there was some sulphurous fume, which at times made me dizzyEither there was a roaring in my ears or I heard afar off the howl of wolvesThen I bethought me of my dear Madam Mina, and I was in terrible plightThe dilemma had me between his horns Her, I had not dare to take into this place, but left safe from the Vampire in that Holy circleAnd yet even there would be the wolf! I resolve me that my work lay here, and that as to the wolves we must submit, if it were God's willAt any rate it was only death and freedom beyondSo did I choose for herHad it but been for myself the choice had been easy, the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire! So I make my choice to go on with my work I knew that there were at least three graves to find, graves that are inhabitSo I search, and search, and I find one of themShe lay in her Vampire sleep, so full of life and voluptuous beauty that I shudder as though I have come to do murderAh, I doubt not that in the old time, when such things were, many a man who set forth to do such a task as mine, found at the last his heart fail him, and then his nerveSo he delay, and delay, and delay, till the mere beauty and the fascination of the wanton Undead have hypnotize himAnd he remain on and on, till sunset come, and the Vampire sleep be overThen the beautiful eyes of the fair woman open and look love, and the voluptuous mouth present to a kiss, and the man is weakAnd there remain one more victim in the Vampire foldOne more to swell the grim and grisly ranks of the Undead!? There is some fascination, surely, when I am moved by the mere presence of such an one, even lying as she lay in a tomb fretted with age and heavy with the dust of centuries, though there be that horrid odour such as the lairs of the Count have hadI, Van Helsing, with all my purpose and with my motive for hateI was moved to a yearning for delay which seemed to paralyze my faculties and to clog my very soulIt may have been that the need of natural sleep, and the strange oppression of the air were beginning to overcome meCertain it was that I was lapsing into sleep, the open eyed sleep of one who yields to a sweet fascination, when there came through the snow-stilled air a long, low wail, so full of woe and pity that it woke me like the sound of a clarionFor it was the voice of my dear Madam Mina that I heard Then I braced myself again to my horrid task, and found by wrenching away tomb tops one other of the sisters, the other dark oneI dared not pause to look on her as I had on her sister, lest once more I should begin to be enthrallBut I go on searching until, presently, I find in a high great tomb as if made to one much beloved that other fair sister which, like Jonathan I had seen to gather herself out of the atoms of the mistShe was so fair to look on, so radiantly beautiful, so exquisitely voluptuous, that the very instinct of man in me, which calls some of my sex to love and to protect one of hers, made my head whirl with new emotionBut God be thanked, that soul wail of my dear Madam Mina had not died out of my earsAnd, before the spell could be wrought further upon me, I had nerved myself to my wild workBy this time I had searched all the tombs in the chapel, so far as I could tellAnd as there had been only three of these Undead phantoms around us in the night, I took it that there were no more of active Undead existentThere was one great tomb more lordly than all the restHuge it was, and nobly proportionedOn it was but one word DRACULA This then was the Undead home of the King Vampire, to whom so many more were dueIts emptiness spoke eloquent to make certain what I knewBefore I began to restore these women to their dead selves through my awful work, I laid in Dracula's tomb some of the Wafer, and so banished him from it, Undead, for shop ever

God alone knows who, or where, or what, or when, or how it may be? DRVAN HELSING'S MEMORANDUM 5 November, afternoonThank God for that mercy at all events, though the proving it has been dreadfulWhen I left Madam Mina sleeping within the Holy circle, I took my way to the castleThe blacksmith hammer which I took in the carriage from Veresti was useful, though the doors were all open I broke them off the rusty hinges, lest some ill intent or ill chance should close them, so that being entered I might not get outJonathan's bitter experience served me hereBy memory of his diary I found my way to the old chapel, for I knew that here my work layThe air was oppressiveIt seemed as if there was some sulphurous fume, which at times made me dizzyEither there was a roaring in my ears or I heard afar off the howl of wolvesThen I bethought me of my dear Madam Mina, and I was in terrible plightThe dilemma had me between his horns Her, I had not dare to take into this place, but left safe from the Vampire in that Holy circleAnd yet even there would be the wolf! I resolve me that my work lay here, and that as to the wolves we must submit, if it were God's willAt any rate it was only death and freedom beyondSo did I choose for herHad it but been for myself the choice had been easy, the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire! So I make my choice to go on with my work I knew that there were at least three graves to find, graves that are inhabitSo I search, and search, and I find one of themShe lay in her Vampire sleep, so full of life and voluptuous beauty that I shudder as though I have come to do murderAh, I doubt not that in the old time, when such things were, many a man who set forth to do such a task as mine, found at the last his heart fail him, and then his nerveSo he delay, and delay, and delay, till the mere beauty and the fascination of the wanton Undead have hypnotize himAnd he remain on and on, till sunset come, and the Vampire sleep be overThen the beautiful eyes of the fair woman open and look love, and the voluptuous mouth present to a kiss, and the man is weakAnd there remain one more victim in the Vampire foldOne more to swell the grim and grisly ranks of the Undead!? There is some fascination, surely, when I am moved by the mere presence of such an one, even lying as she lay in a tomb fretted with age and heavy with the dust of centuries, though there be that horrid odour such as the lairs of the Count have hadI, Van Helsing, with all my purpose and with my motive for hateI was moved to a yearning for delay which seemed to paralyze my faculties and to clog my very soulIt may have been that the need of natural sleep, and the strange oppression of the air were beginning to overcome meCertain it was that I was lapsing into sleep, the open eyed sleep of one who yields to a sweet fascination, when there came through the snow-stilled air a long, low wail, so full of woe and pity that it woke me like the sound of a clarionFor it was the voice of my dear Madam Mina that I heard Then I braced myself again to my horrid task, and found by wrenching away tomb tops one other of the sisters, the other dark oneI dared not pause to look on her as I had on her sister, lest once more I should begin to be enthrallBut I go on searching until, presently, I find in a high great tomb as if made to one much beloved that other fair sister which, like Jonathan I had seen to gather herself out of the atoms of the mistShe was so fair to look on, so radiantly beautiful, so exquisitely voluptuous, that the very instinct of man in me, which calls some of my sex to love and to protect one of hers, made my head whirl with new emotionBut God be thanked, that soul wail of my dear Madam Mina had not died out of my earsAnd, before the spell could be wrought further upon me, I had nerved myself to my wild workBy this time I had searched all the tombs in the chapel, so far as I could tellAnd as there had been only three of these Undead phantoms around us in the night, I took it that there were no more of active Undead existentThere was one great tomb more lordly than all the shop rest