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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,"
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
"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
"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 my typewriter."
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.!"