so? Well, I shall explain. To begin, hav e you ever study the philosophy of crime? `Yes'
and `No.' You, John, yes, for it is a study of insanity. You, no, Madam Mina, for crime
touch you not, not but once. Still, your mind works true, and argues not a particulari ad
universale. There is this peculiarity in criminals. It is so constant, in all countries and at
all times, that even police, who know not much from philosophy, come to know it
empirically, that it is. That is to be empiric. The criminal always work at one crime, that
is the true criminal who seems predestinate to crime, and who will of none other. This
criminal has not full man brain. He is clever and cunning and resourceful, but he be not
of man stature as to brain. He be of child brain in much. Now this criminal of ours is
predestinate to crime also. He, too, have child brain, and it is of the child to do what he
have done. The little bird, the little fish, the little animal learn not by principle, but
empirically. And when he learn to do, then there is to him the ground to start from to do
more. `Dos pou sto,' said Archimedes. `Give me a fulcrum, and I shall move the world!'
To do once, is the fulcrum whereby child brain become man brain. And until he have the
purpose to do more, he continue to do the same again every time, just as he have done
before! Oh, my dear, I see that your eyes are opened, and that to you the lightning flash
show all the leagues, "for Mrs. Harker began to clap her hands and her eyes sparkled.
He went on, "Now you shall speak. Tell us two dry men of science what you see with
those so bright eyes." He took her hand and held it whilst he spoke. His finger and
thumb closed on her pulse, as I thought instinctively and unconsciously, as she spoke.
"The Count is a criminal and of criminal type. Nordau and Lombroso would so classify
him, and qua criminal he is of an imperfectly formed mind. Thus, in a difficulty he has to
seek resource in habit. His past is a clue, and the one page of it that we know, and that
from his own lips, tells that once before, when in what Mr. Morris would call a`tight
place,' he went back to his own country from the land he had tried to invade, and
thence, without losing purpose, prepared himself for a new effort. He came again better
equipped for his work, and won. So he came to London to invade a new land. He was
beaten, and when all hope of success was lost, and his existence in danger, he fled
back over the sea to his home. Just as formerly he had fled back over the Danube from
"Good, good! Oh, you so clever lady!" said Van Helsing, enthusiastically, as he stooped
and kissed her hand. A moment later he said to me, as calmly as though we had been
having a sick room consultation, "Seventy-two only, and in all this excitement. I have
Turning to her again, he said with keen expectation, "But go on. Go on! There is more
to tell if you will. Be not afraid. John and I know. I do in any case, and shall tell you if
you are right. Speak, without fear!"
"I will try to. But you will forgive me if I seem too egotistical."
"Nay! Fear not, you must be egotist, for it is of you that we think."
"Then, as he is criminal he is selfish. And as his intellect is small and his action is
based on selfishness, he confines himself to one purpose. That purpose is remorseless.
As he fled back over the Danube, leaving his forces to be cut to pieces, so now he is
intent on being safe, careless of all. So his own selfishness frees my soul somewhat