He is a bulky man, and couldn't get through the window. I am thin, so, with his aid, I got
out, but feet foremost, and as we were only a few feet above ground landed unhurt.
The attendant told me the patient had gone to the left, and had taken a straight line, so
I ran as quickly as I could. As I got through the belt of trees I saw a white figure scale
the high wall which separates our grounds from those of the deserted house.
I ran back at once, told the watchman to get three or four men immediately and follow
me into the grounds of Carfax, in case our friend might be dangerous. I got a ladder
myself, and crossing the wall, dropped down on the other side. I could see Renfield's
figure just disappearing behind the angle of the house, so I ran after him. On the far side
of the house I found him pressed close against the old iron-bound oak door of the
He was talking, apparently to some one, but I was afraid to go near enough to hear
what he was saying, les t I might frighten him, and he should run off. Chasing an errant
swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic, when the fit of escaping is upon
him! After a few minutes, however, I could see that he did not take note of anything
around him, and so ventured to draw nearer to him, the more so as my men had now
crossed the wall and were closing him in. I heard him say. . .
"I am here to do your bidding, Master. I am your slave, and you will reward me, for I
shall be faithful. I have worshipped you long and afar off. Now that you are near, I await
your commands, and you will not pass me by, will you, dear Master, in your distribution
of good things?"
He is a selfish old beggar anyhow. He thinks of the loaves and fishes even when he
believes his is in a real Presence. His manias make a startling combination. When we
closed in on him he fought like a tiger. He is immensely strong, for he was more like a
wild beast than a man.
I never saw a lunatic in such a paroxysm of rage before, and I hope I shall not again. It
is a mercy that we have found out his strength and his danger in good time. With
strength and determination like his, he might have done wild work before he was caged.
He is safe now, at any rate. Jack Sheppard himself couldn't get free from the strait
waistcoat that keeps him restrained, and he's chained to the wall in the padded room.
His cries are at times awful, but the silences that follow are more deadly still, for he
means murder in every turn and movement.
Just now he spoke coherent words for the first time. "I shall be patient, Master. It is
coming, coming, coming!"
So I took the hint, and came too. I was too excited to sleep, but this diary has quieted
me, and I feel I shall get some sleep tonight.