know how precious time is, or what a task we have in hand. I must be careful not
to frighten her. Here she is!
MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL
29 September.--After I had tidied myself, I went down to Dr. Seward's study. At
the door I paused a moment, for I thought I heard him talking with some one. As,
however, he had pressed me to be quick, I knocked at the door, and on his
calling out, "Come in," I entered.
To my intense surprise, there was no one with him. He was quite alone, and on
the table opposite him was what I knew at once from the description to be a
phonograph. I had never seen one, and was much interested.
"I hope I did not keep you waiting," I said, "but I stayed at the door as I heard you
talking, and thought there was someone with you."
"Oh," he replied with a smile, "I was only entering my diary."
"Your diary?" I asked him in surprise.
"Yes," he answered. "I keep it in this." As he spoke he laid his hand on the
phonograph. I felt quite excited over it, and blurted out, "Why, this beats even
shorthand! May I hear it say something?"
"Certainly," he replied with alacrity, and stood up to put it in train for speaking.
Then he paused, and a troubled look overspread his face.
"The fact is," he began awkwardly."I only keep my diary in it, and as it is entirely,
almost entirely, about my cases it may be awkward, that is, I mean. . ." He
stopped, and I tried to help him out of his embarrassment.
"You helped to attend dear Lucy at the end. Let me hear how she died, for all that
I know of her, I shall be very grateful. She was very, very dear to me."
To my surprise, he answered, with a horrorstruck look in his face, "Tell you of her
death? Not for the wide world!"
"Why not?" I asked, for some grave, terrible feeling was coming over me.
Again he paused, and I could see that he was trying to invent an excuse. At
length, he stammered out, "You see, I do not know how to pick out any particular
part of the diary."
Even while he was speaking an idea dawned upon him, and he said with
unconscious simplicity, in a different voice, and with the naivete of a child, "that's
quite true, upon my honor. Honest Indian!"
I could not but smile, at which he grimaced."I gave myself away that time!" he
said. "But do you know that, although I have kept the diary for months past, it
never once struck me how I was going to find any particular part of it in case I
wanted to look it up?"
By this time my mind was made up that the diary of a doctor who attended Lucy
might have something to add to the sum of our knowledge of that terrible Being,
and I said boldly, "Then, Dr. Seward, you had better let me copy it out for you on
He grew to a positively deathly pallor as he said, "No! No! No! For all the world. I
wouldn't let you know that terrible story.!"
Then it was terrible. My intuition was right! For a moment, I thought, and as my
eyes ranged the room, unconsciously looking for something or some opportunity
to aid me, they lit on a great batch of typewriting on the table. His eyes caught