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vendors are the executors of the late Mr. Archibald Winter-Suffield. The purchaser is a
foreign nobleman, Count de Ville, who effected the purchase himself paying the
purchase money in notes `over the counter,' if your Lordship will pardon us using so
vulgar an expression. Beyond this we know nothing whatever of him.
"We are, my Lord,
"Your Lordship's humble servants,
2 October.--I placed a man in the corridor last night, and told him to make an accurate
note of any sound he might hear from Renfield's room, and gave him instructions that if
there should be anything strange he was to call me. After dinner, when we had all
gathered round the fire in the study, Mrs. Harker having gone to bed, we discussed the
attempts and discoveries of the day. Harker was the only one who had any result, and
we are in great hopes that his clue may be an important one.
Before going to bed I went round to the patient's room and looked in through the
observation trap. He was sleeping soundly, his heart rose and fell with regular
This morning the man on duty reported to me that a little after midnight he was restless
and kept saying his prayers somewhat loudly. I asked him if that was all. He replied that
it was all he heard. There was something about his manner, so suspicious that I asked
him point blank if he had been asleep. He denied sleep, but admitted to having "dozed"
for a while. It is too bad that men cannot be trusted unless they are watched.
Today Harker is out following up his clue, and Art and Quincey are looking after horses.
Godalming thinks that it will be well to have horses always in readiness, for when we get
the information which we seek there will be no time to lose. We must sterilize all the
imported earth between sunrise and sunset. We shall thus catch the Count at his
weakest, and without a refuge to fly to. Van Helsing is off to the British Museum looking
up some authorities on ancient medicine. The old physicians took account of things
which their followers do not accept, and the Professor is searching for witch and demon
cures which may be useful to us later.
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait
Later.--We have met again. We seem at last to be on the track, and our work of
tomorrow may be the beginning of the end. I wonder if Renfield's quiet has anything to
do with this. His moods have so followed the doings of the Count, that the coming
destruction of the monster may be carried to him some subtle way. If we could only get
some hint as to what passed in his mind, between the time of my argument with him
today and his resumption of fly-catching, it might afford us a valuable clue. He is now
seemingly quiet for a spell. . . Is he? That wild yell seemed to come from his room. . .