Chapter 24
This to Jonathan Harker.
You are to stay with your dear Madam Mina. We shall go to make our search, if I
can call it so, for it is not search but knowing, and we seek confirmation only. But
do you stay and take care of her today. This is your best and most holiest office.
This day nothing can find him here.
Let me tell you that so you will know what we four know already, for I have tell
them. He, our enemy, have gone away. He have gone back to his Castle in
Transylvania. I know it so well, as if a great hand of fire wrote it on the wall. He
have prepare for this in some way, and that last earth box was ready to ship
somewheres. For this he took the money. For this he hurry at the last, lest we
catch him before the sun go down. It was his last hope, save that he might hide
in the tomb that he think poor Miss Lucy, being as he thought like him, keep open
to him. But there was not of time. When that fail he make straight for his last
resource, his last earth-work I might say did I wish double entente. He is clever,
oh so clever! He know that his game here was finish. And so he decide he go
back home. He find ship going by the route he came, and he go in it.
We go off now to find what ship, and whither bound. When we have discover
that, we come back and tell you all. Then we will comfort you and poor Madam
Mina with new hope. For it will be hope when you think it over, that all is not lost.
This very creature that we pursue, he take hundreds of years to get so far as
London. And yet in one day, when we know of the disposal of him we drive him
out. He is finite, though he is powerful to do much harm and suffers not as we do.
But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
Take heart afresh, dear husband of Madam Mina. This battle is but begun and in
the end we shall win. So sure as that God sits on high to watch over His children.
Therefore be of much comfort till we return.
4 October.--When I read to Mina, Van Helsing's message in the phonograph, the
poor girl brightened up considerably. Already the certainty that the Count is out of
the country has given her comfort. And comfort is strength to her. For my own
part, now that his horrible danger is not face to face with us, it seems almost
impossible to believe in it. Even my own terrible experiences in Castle Dracula
seem like a long forgotten dream. Here in the crisp autumn air in the bright
Alas! How can I disbelieve! In the midst of my thought my eye fell on the red scar
on my poor darling's white forehead. Whilst that lasts, there can be no disbelief.
Mina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and again.
Somehow, although the reality seem greater each time, the pain and the fear
seem less. There is something of a guiding purpose manifest throughout, which
is comforting. Mina says that perhaps we are the instruments of ultimate good. It