"All is dark. I hear lapping water, level with me, and some creaking as of wood on
wood." She paused, and the red sun shot up. We must wait till tonight.
And so it is that we are travelling towards Galatz in an agony of expectation. We
are due to arrive between two and three in the morning. But already, at
Bucharest, we are three hours late, so we cannot possibly get in till well after
sunup. Thus we shall have two more hypnotic messages from Mrs. Harker!
Either or both may possibly throw more light on what is happening.
Later.--Sunset has come and gone. Fortunately it came at a time when there was
no distraction. For had it occurred whilst we were at a station, we might not have
secured the necessary calm and isolation. Mrs. Harker yielded to the hypnotic
influence even less readily than this morning. I am in fear that her power of
reading the Count's sensations may die away, just when we want it most. It
seems to me that her imagination is beginning to work. Whilst she has been in
the trance hitherto she has confined herself to the simplest of facts. If this goes
on it may ultimately mislead us. If I thought that the Count's power over her would
die away equally with her power of knowledge it would be a happy thought. But I
am afraid that it may not be so.
When she did speak, her words were enigmatical, "Something is going out. I can
feel it pass me like a cold wind. I can hear, far off, confused sounds, as of men
talking in strange tongues, fierce falling water, and the howling of wolves." She
stopped and a shudder ran through her, increasing in intensity for a few seconds,
till at the end, she shook as though in a palsy. She said no more, even in answer
to the Professor's imperative questioning. When she woke from the trance, she
was cold, and exhausted, and languid, but her mind was all alert. She could not
remember anything, but asked what she had said. When she was told, she
pondered over it deeply for a long time and in silence.
30 October, 7 A.M.--We are near Galatz now, and I may not have time to write
later. Sunrise this morning was anxiously looked for by us all. Knowing of the
increasing difficulty of procuring the hypnotic trance, Van Helsing began his
passes earlier than usual. They produced no effect, however, until the regular
time, when she yielded with a still greater difficulty, only a minute before the sun
rose. The Professor lost no time in his questioning.
Her answer came with equal quickness, "All is dark. I hear water swirling by, level
with my ears, and the creaking of wood on wood. Cattle low far off. There is
another sound, a queer one like. . ." She stopped and grew white, and whiter still.
"Go on, go on! Speak, I command you!" said Van Helsing in an agonized voice.
At the same time there was despair in his eyes, for the risen sun was reddening
even Mrs. Harker's pale face. She opened her eyes, and we all started as she
said, sweetly and seemingly with the utmost unconcern.
"Oh, Professor, why ask me to do what you know I can't? I don't remember
anything." Then, seeing the look of amazement on our faces, she said, turning
from one to the other with a troubled look, "What have I said? What have I done?
I know nothing, only that I was lying here, half asleep, and heard you say `go on!
speak, I command you!' It seemed so funny to hear you order me about, as if I
were a bad child!"