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It’s a chance to experience a classic in a new way, and quality is quite Praia STO UC MCC ICC RayBRAN STOKER Ne Cyl rell LEAH MOORE JOHT] REPPION COLTON WORLEY Peoria simon BOWLAND JOHT CASSADAY AARON CAMPBELL Dea ATA NVA aT) DIGIKORE STUDIOS This volume collects issues 1-5 of the Dynamite series, The Complete Dracula. Leto) erate me Coram aU st) UB dae DYNAMITEHow these papers have been placed in sequence will be made manifest in the reading of them. All needless matters have been eliminated, so that history almost at variance with the possibilities of later-day belief may stand forth as simple fact. There is throughout no statement of past things wherein memory may err, for all the records chosen are exactly contemporary, given the standpoints and within the range of knowledge of those who made then. r Ny le ‘pi eeruenrecen “1.JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL (Originally kept in shorthand) 30 April. Munich - When we began our journey the sun was shining brightly. ‘Before we left, Herr Deleruck came to the carriage and spoke with the coachman. "Be back before nightfall. There is a storm on ite way. You know what night it is.” Tsaw a road that looked When we had cleared the town, & but little used and which I signalled for the driver Gesaanitn as ecru to stop and said "Tell me, % 3 Johann, what is tonight?” ittle winding valley. He crossed himself, as | he answered laconically "Walpurgis Nacht.” Tt looked go inviting that I told Johann I would like him to JJ drive that way. BITTE HERR HARKER WE-WE CANNOT GO THAT WAY.T..IT IS ‘WALPURGIS NACHT? "Mnere does the road lead?" Ie Again he crossed hinself mumbled a prayer before answerpses restless their graves, Apparently those who were left fled to where the dead really were dead and not "something sounds heard meath the earth, ng dead bodies yund rosy with e, their mouths icky with blood. was evidently afraid to speak the last words. ‘GO HOME JOHANN WALPURGIS NACHT DOES NOT CONCERN ENGLISHMEN. T pitied the poor fellow, he was eo in earnest, All the sane, id not help fecling rather alone, the walk pce net Dae aoe will do me good” T told hin, With a despairing turned his horses towards Munic He went slowly along the road for a while, and then there came over the crest of the hill a man tall and thin. I watched them out of sight, then looked for the stranger wut found that hae too was gone.perceived low shapes ahead of ue in the distance, P}| thickly and whirling around ne in such rapid eddies that I could hardly keep my eyes open, Drawing close: sight of a larger shape which seemed like that of a house or building of some kind, I knew I must seek shelt hefore the storm worsen: but I could not see my han: before my face. I felt myself shiver as I walked but there was hope of shelter and I groped my way blindly on,I leaned against the or it moved slightly yusoleum waa welcome that pitiless tempest, ‘The dead woman to rise for a mone of agony as she was lapped in flame. Tae last I renembered was 8 vague, white, aoving ase Ae if all the graves around me had sent out ‘their phantoms and they Bl were closing in on me. x thought of my darling Mina back in England ‘and myself, alone with only the dead.HERR HARKER YOU ARE...FORTUN INDEED. THE BEA: WARMTH KEPT ¥ FROM FREEZIN.was given brandy and Pi jounted in front of a , ) rooper. Swiftly, we ode on into Munich, — When we arrived, Herr Deleruck rushed so quickly down the steps to meet me that it was apparent he had been watching within, ne Maitre d’hotel and the fficer led me unsteadily nto the Quatre Saisons and 1p to my Too. I FEARED YOu MAY BE IN TROUBLE WHEN SOHANN RETURNED WITH. HIS CARRIAGE 50 DAMAGED. BUT, EVEN BEFORE THAT, T HAD RECEIVED THs TELEGRAM FROM BOYAR WHOSE» (ER Bad Here, must YOu GOF IT Is THE EVE OF ‘SAINT GEORGE'S DAY. AT. THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT, ALL THE EVIL THINGS IN ‘THE WORLD WILL HAVE FULL SWAY! “D0 YOU KNOW, HERE YOU ARE ‘GOING, AND’ WHAT YOU ARE ING TO?" SHE AND T KNOW THEIR MEANINGS: SATAN HELL! WITCH, AND SHAPE SHIFTER HEAR THEIR STRANGE WORDS ORDOG! POKOL! STREGOICA! VROLOK! VLKOSLAK! ‘ORDOG! POKOL ‘STREGOICA! VROLOK! VEKOSLAK! ‘ORDOG! POKOL/ STREGOICA/ VROLOK! VEKOSLAK/ ORDOG/ POKOLS STREGOICAL VROLOK! VEKOSLAK!OH, TERM... FORGIVE ME, T MUST HAVE BEEN DREAMING. Comey $) r cm 4 a Several of the Ure ALERT ae" passengers offered m THE BORGO ji small tokens, which PASS MUST BE n NEAR. felt unable to refus ‘The presentation of each came with the same peculiar looks and gestures which I had seen outeide the hotel at Bistritz. looking out for the conveyance which was ‘to take me to the Count. Each moment I expecte glare of lam through the blacknes wut all was dark, os TD TRAVEL CONTRAPTION GO 'NO FASTER?We SHOULD. BE ON OUR WAY, ‘WE CANNOT. WAIT HERE ANY LONGER. ler THe RETURN TOMORROW ‘OR SOME OTHER DAY? you. ARE EARLY TONIGHT, MY FRIEND. THERE Is No CARRIA: HERE. PERHAPS THE HERR IS. NOT EXPECTED AFTER ALL. IT Is WELL ‘THAT MY HORSES ARE ‘SO SWIFT OR ELSE YOU MIGHT HAVE ALREADY LEFT FOR BUKOVINA, NOF‘Ae I climbed aboard the horrific caleohe, Theard one of ny ‘travelling companions say something to another. ie todten reiten anell" - the dead avel fast. mnt at a hard pace but as though w ‘and over the same have succumbed ‘to sleep once more for I fancied I saw all sorts of queer and nightmarish things as we travelled. o doubt I was All affected ‘411 of @ sudden, I became conscious of a vast ruined castle whose hroken battlements showed 8 Jags’ Line against the sky.When the driver helped me : What sort of grim adventu down from the caleche his ‘ was it on which I had grip was lik ‘that of a vic P embarked? This was not & 3 customary incident in #1 life of a solicitor. in silence wh F was, for I did not know what to do, Of bell or knocker ‘Tuere came a sound as of many Jocks, belts, and chains being undone and finally the gi door awung open. am Dracula and I , to my house,There was also a note rs from the ke Count. yt til] late in the day awoke naturally. Once gaaed, I found a cold sakfast in the next room, ypoent. for a while, Do not wait for me. D.” When the Count He said these books had told him about "great England", wut nothing of the English tongue. yy great delight there we numbers of English books, azines and newspapers. Somehow it gladdencd my heart to see it all. castle is yours to plore, Herr Harker, "Our ways are not your ways, you understand,” ‘Assenting, I began to describe the strange events of my journey to the castle. Somehow even the retelling made me feel rather uneasy. Having found the room's main door looked, I tried another and found a magnificent lisrary. With my help, he I agreed readily, and asked if I might come again to the library. I thought of the Count's handshake the night before. Tt had been almost as firs ‘as the vicelike grip of that dread coachman.Houses are scarce in the a: ‘though one nearby was recently formed into a private lunatic asylum, This is not visible from ‘the grounds however. ‘All at once the ‘crow of a cockerel rang through the clear morning air. Apologising for the uneivilised hour, Dracula excused himself with a bow. ‘My thoughts soon returned to normality as we talked of England and the Count's newly purchased property in Purfleet, ‘The estate is called Carte and contains in all some twenty acres, quite surrot by @ solid stone wall. We talked through the night on matters of ‘English lew and custom. He seemed very interested in the idea tha nan might have wore than one solicitor, tho T did not eee the point, I went into ay room but sleep would not come, and so T have written here of this day.LETTER PROM MISS MINA MURRAY ‘70 MISS LUCY WESTENRA. | 9 Maj Forgive my long delay in writing, batY have been simply ovenshelmed with work. The life can assistant schoolmistiess 1s sometimes Ding, When 9 am with you tn Whilby shall keep a diary iw showhand fasta 7 have seen lady journalists J aim working hard Te become hebyfil 0 omathar in his Sadie, 7 have been practicing Shorthand very assiduously, then we are manied, 9 shalt lake down what (Ponathan wants 1 say cand write tout for him J have veceived. a brief letter fom Gonathan in Europe. He 4 well, and will be relarning Soon, J at longing 1 hear allDe tall, curly hairedt man you mentioned must be wv ancl neally clorer, le it onby nineranc twenty immense bunMay. Rac OF HisTORY. LET Peer ao Ra Pearing they would be I determined to write or formally now, but to wr: ‘to Mr. Hawkins secretly, to Mina in shorthand on When I answered that I had not, the Count urged me to do so and to say that I would he staying for another month. fe no refusal.” ‘And what could [is He was about to leave, when he saw me by "Lwara you, should you leave } fe not. The crucifix wh elsewhere in the castle." hangs above ay hed.But there, below, I saw the Count's head coming out fron T ascended a stone stair to where Teould look out, There was som ‘sense of freedom in the landscape, inaccessible though it was. the a window. I did not s fa — I know not if it were a small sound that alerted fi me, or perhaps some movement caught my eye. = ee n he left, I tried many and again found them ed, The castle is a itable prison, and I its joner. sen, nocturnal existence is ing on ne. It destroys ay @, and fills me with horrikle pinings. God knows there round for any terribl in this accursed place! ly interest changed to repulsion nd terror when I saw the figure ully emerge and crawl down the astie wall over the dreadful abysa, ‘What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature in thi semblance of man?This portion was evidently occupied by ladies in bygone days, for the furniture had more an air of comfort than any I had seen. Once more I have seen the Count go out in hie lizard fashion. He moved downwards and then vanished into some hole or window. Here I am, sitting where in old times some fair lady sat to pen her ill-spelt love letter, and writing in my shorthand diary. absence I found @ door wh seemed only stuck. Pore: it, I entered a freah sect: of the building. It de the nineteenth cent up-to-date with a vengea And yet, the past centur: have powers of their own w! mere “aodernity" cannot ipose T aust Through ay lashes I z fallen asleep. saw the girl advance, ee pe 90, but all Pending over ae till t underlying the swect, followed secas could feel the novenent a hitter offensivences, “tlingly real. of her breath upon me. as one aaclis in blood. CRs Rese ners Ren eG a Bena bent T could ace shadowy forms for a moment before they seemed to fade entirely, Then the horror overcame me, and I sank down unconscious.92 further when 8 began bo cy, Oh bub whe never has er one came just bef bub newrous all the same. He saide then thats 9. musts counts at one of my dearest friends and, Cooking strong and brave, he loft,KNOWING THAT ‘THE ONLY CURE FOR 288 TIDE IN SUCH MELANCHOLY Is APPETITE TODAY. CANNOT WORK, TODAY T WENT EAT, CANNOT REST, SO ‘AMONGST TH DIARY INSTEAD. SINCE MY PATIENT: REBUFF OF YESTERDAY T HAVE A SORT OF ENPTY Ertan Renae (OUT ONE WHO HAS ‘AFFORDED ME A STUDY OF MUCH INTEREST, RM. RENFIELD, AGE FIFTY-NINE. |ANGUINE TEMPERAMENT, SREAT PHYSICAL STRENGTH, JORBIDLY EXCITABLE, PERIODS: YF GLOOM ENDING IN SOME. FIXED IDEA WHICH T ‘CANNOT MAKE OUT. POSSIBLY ANGEROUS ‘eal of ur dear ri ofthat ures ladies. Truly And we must not be sore about fairin love and war and we three survived enough of both to know ti Come!pe I i y. r ‘Although I have detested poidiana in my room. If this room, it is now a sort efore was not a pinnae of sanctuary for me, dream then I must have heen carried here. . Nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, waiting to suck my blood. ‘Thankfully, this notebook reaained safely hidden in ay pocket. aid, respectively, that I was leaving soon, that I was leaving tomorrow and, lastly, had just arrived in Bistritz, 19th May. Yesterday I was asked to write three letters, Acquicscently, I asked what dates I should give these letters, The Count replied "The first should he June 12th, t) ‘second June 19th, and the third June 29th.” ‘A band of Scgany have come to the castle, and are eneamped in the courtyard. Their language ie Those are gipsice peculiar a mystery to me and to this part of the world, ‘they seem incapable or Unwilling to pee My to communicate with thea By wut to no avail. answer my distress,‘This morning I found that suit in which I had travelled was gone, and also my overcoat and rug. ithout a crackling of hips and pounding and jeraping of horses’ feet yp the rooky path beyond she courtyard. h June. Sagany are quartered ewhere in the castle and doing work of some kind, know it for now and hen I hear a far-away uffled sound as of yattock and spade. pil | alla T could find them anywhere, Two vast drew up outsid Bach carried many great, wooden boxes, with handles of thick rope These were evidently eapty by ‘the case with which the Slovaks ‘Again I saw the Count emerging headlong from his window. It was a new shock ‘to me to find that he had on my missing suit, and slung over his shoulder that terrible bag.Eventually I found myse in an old ruined chape: which had evidently be: as a graveyard. Th place reeked of fetid e¢ Yesterday one of ny post-dated letters went to post, the first of that fatal series which is to blot out the very traces of my existence from the earth, I climbed down to the Count's room but found it disused and neglected. Therein I found a door which led through a stone passage to a circular stairway, which went steeply down, There, in one of the great boxes on a pile soil lay the Count! He waa either dead or asleep. In his eyes was such look of abhorrence th I fled from the place heard the Count, "Back! Your time is not yet come, ‘Tomorrow night is youre!” ind S cod ‘Today is the date of my last letter, Earlier, I thought Theard a whispering at ay } It is then a0 near the end? ‘Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Lord, hi door, I went to it softly i and listened, i me, and those to whom I am aT managed to find ny way down to the castle's front door but there was no hope of eacape that way, Today is the day I am promised Despair halted me but soon it ‘to those foul creatures, But I turned to rage. I determined shall not go easily! then and there to scale the wall again, and gain the Count's room. e] ‘I thought of England where that Soe creature might satiate his lust Peete T scaght for blood, and create an ever- = omaha widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless, ‘Alas, the Counts terribl stare froze ue hefore I could strike. I fled in shame and terror back here to this, ay room, I shall not remain here and await the night. I will scale the castle wall and escape this place or else perish trying. here was for a time the sound f hammering below and I saw he sealed wooden boxes being oaded onto the leiter-wagons n the courtyard.MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL (Originally kept in shorthand) Whithy. 24 July Iuoy, her mother and I are staying at the guesthouse at the Crescent, Tais is a lovely place. The Little river Eok runs ‘through a deep valley which broadens near the harbour. * - | ——_______ s In one place part of the stonework of the graves stretohes out over the sandy pathway far below. hove Whitby is the ruin of an yy which was sacked by the janes, It ie @ most noble place. Between it and the town is Se] another church, with a large graveyard, This is to my mind the nicest spot in Whitby. There are walks, with seats beside them, through the churchyard and people sit there often looking at the beautiful view and enjoying the breeze, They have many 1: concerning the sca, ask the old man about this. He is coming this way... goon DAY SIR. DO You KNOW ANYTHING ‘OF THE LOCAL ‘LEGENDS?WOULDN'T. 2 WHAT SH MASEL’ : ABOUT THE OUT THEM. "THEM THINGS ‘VI WHITE LADY Mi BE ALL WORE OUT. AT THE EDONT say THAT | c THEM 1S ONLY FIT. THEY NEVER WA: TO SET BAIRNS AN’ BUT DO SAY THAT i DIZZY WOMEN THEY WASN'T IN J | A'BELDERIN MY TIME. THEY BE NOWT BUT AIR-BLEBS. THEY, AN’ ALL GRIMS AN’ SIGNS SAY SUCH, INGS INA CHURCHYARD. ALL INVENTED BY PARSONS AN" ILLSOME BERK-BODIES TO GET FOLKS TO DO SOMETHIN’ ‘THAT THEY DON'T. OTHER INCLINE TO. HA! HERE LIES LIES ALL OF Anyway, a yi He BODY" WROTE ON “THEM, NOTHIN’ VZ MUST GANG. GOODNESS HE ‘OF THEM. AN' YET BUT LIES OF © AGEEANWARDS HAS GONE. TELL ME MINA. IGH HALF THE BODIES ONE KIND OR 4, HOME NOW. I QUITE FORGOT TO BE OUT THERE IN F \CRNoTHER” AA Miss. Goopeve ‘ASK. WHAT NEWS HAVE YOU HAD FROM ‘I 4 THE SEA. : DEAR JONATHANT On Luc’ 7M AFRAID T. HAVE HAD NO LETTER FOR OVER A MONTH NOW. HE MUST BEDR. SEWARD'S DIARY. (Originally kept on phonograph) THE CASE (OF RENFIELD GROWS MORE INTERESTING BY THE DAY. 1 July. Renfield's spiders are becoming as great a nuisance as his flies once were. Again, I have given him three days grace. HIS FACE FELL, AND £ COULD SEE A WARNING OF DANGER INT. ieee WAS A SUDDEN FIERCE, SIDELONG LOOK ‘WHICH MEANT KILLING. = a ——-s a His lone redeeming quality ia a love of animals, though I sometimes imagine he is ely abnormally cruel. 8 July. Renfield has managed to get a sparrow, and has already partially tamed it. He the bird on his spiders. Visited Renficla ery early, hefore attendant went his rounds, I observed that his birds were absent. said flatly. He has accumulated such collection of flies that have insisted their numbe be reduced. I have given h days grace. 19 July. Today Renfield begged me for a pet kitten, I shook ny head, saying I feared it would not be possible.yesterday . Hawkins deliver TM SORRY IF x SHOCKED You BY ALL T SAID ABOUT THE DEAD, ‘AND SUCH LIKE. = DIDNT MEAN ITT WANT. YE TO REMEMBER ‘THAT WHEN TM GONE. THERE'S A SHIP OUT THERE KNOCKING ABOUT IN THE QUEEREST WAY. J] ‘A RUSSIAN BY THE LOOK OF HER. GOOD @] me note was ao brief and impersonal that I am uneasy. | Foor Lucy has lately taken to her old habit of walking in Her mother is worried MY TIME BE NIGH AT HAND NOW, FOR T BE AUD, ’AND HUNDRED. YEARS IS TOO MUCH FOR ANY MAN TO EXPECT. SHE SEEMS TO SEE THE ‘STORM COMING BUT CANT DECIDE WHETHER TO RUN ‘UP NORTH IN THE OPEN ‘OR TO PUT IN HERE. “SHE IS STEERED | STRANGELY, FOR SHE DOESN'T MIND THE HAND ON THE WHEEL. CHANGES ABOUT WITH EVERY PUFF OF WIND. isHTYhe seems to see the story oming, but can't decid hether to run up norty the open, or to put i: ere, Look there again!) e is steered mighty srangely, for she doesn ind the hand on the heel, changes ahout ith every puff of wind| e'll hear more fore this tim ‘Most vessels 1 awaiting the ‘The very instant the shore was ’ touched, an immense dog spra ) . up on deck from below and cna i Jumped from the bow on the sa The tempest broke suddenly, the sea Se] became convulsed, and white crested waves ee a the piers. Lh PML Ls. Then, by some miracle, a Russian gh ‘Schooner reached the harhour’s safety, Uunsteered save by a dead man’s hand. 1 aa A, I made straight for the st clu, where the churchyard hangs over the laneway, at disappeared from view.By the kindness of the Board of Trade inspector, 1 am permitted to send a transcript of the ship’s log. Tam writing from the dictation of a Russian clerk who kindly translated for m« TRACTS FROM LOG OF “THE METER” ~ VARNA TO WHITBY: July. - Mate reported one of 24 July. - Entering the Bay of Biscay with wild weather ahead. crew, Petroisky, missing. The en sald there is SOMETHING oard, but would not say more. 28 July. - Four days in hell. Knocking about in a sort of maelstrom, the wind a tempest. No sleep for anyone, Second Mate volunteered to steer and watch, and let men rest, Another man lost last night. Came off his watch and was not seen thereafter. Men on double watch. Mate angry, Fear some (rouble. Raised outery, and all came on deck. Thorough search but no one found. Mate and I agreed fo go armed henceforth and wail for any sign of cause. \ Far psn30 July. - Last night. Rejoiced we are nearing England, ‘Weather fine, all sails set. Awakened by Mate telling me >) that both men on watch and Steersman missing. Only self, mate and two hands left now. not lower sails as could not raise them again. Mate now worse than crew. They work stolidly, with minds made up to Worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian, 3 August. - At midnight A I went to relieve the man at the wheel, but again found no one there, 2 August, midnight. — Woke! from few minutes sleep by a cry, seemingly outside my ort. Could see nothing in tog Rl deck. No sign of man on watch. One more gone. Lord, help us! , Alter a few seconds, og) 9 ME rushed up on dec te I dared not leave 1 wheel untended, so “fle is here!” he cried, and then, “Come! The sea will sav shouted for the Mate Us from Him!” and with that he threw himself overboard Tshall tie my hands fo the wheel with the thing He darem’t touch. message may understaIlls body {s to be taken up the Esk and then Drought back to Tate Hill Pier and buried in the churchyard on the cliff, ‘The Demeter fs almost entirely In Dallast of silver sand with only a small ‘amount of cargo; a number of great, mould filled wooden boxes. This cargo was consigned to a Whitby Solicitor, Mr. §. F. Billington, who this morning went aboard and took formal Dossession of the goods. ‘Nothing ts talked about here today except the strange coincidence. It Seems incredible to think that the vessel should have found its correct port. ourse there is no evidence to adduce whether or not the captain himself committed the but the folk here think him a hero.MINA MURRAY'S JOURNAL 10 August, The funeral of the poor sea captain today was most touching. ‘There is an additional cause in that poor Mr. Swales was found dead this morning, his neck broken, ‘There was a look of terror on his face that the men who found him said made them shudder. Poor dear old man! I think it will be hest for her to go to bed tired out physically. I shall take her for @ long walk by the cliffs. Poor Luey eeemed auch ups She was uncasy all the ti and I cannot but think th her restless nights are telling on her. Dear Arthur's father is unwell and I believe she worrying about him great Every boat in the harhour seemed to be there and the coffin was carried all the way from Tate Hill Fier up to the churchyard. I fear that she is too ive to through the world without trouble. Sh will dream of this tonight, I am si things, the shipwreck ‘| the funeral, poorame day, 11 P.M. h, but I am tired! I shou! Dear Lucy is sleeping softly and h itAugust, noon. I must have n Clumay in pinning ay wl about Lucy's throat st night, for two little August. Another quiet yy, and to bed with the y on my wrist as hefo awoke in the night, und Luoy sitting up in , still asleep. Sane day, night. We took a picnic to Mulgrave Woods with Mra. Westenra and spent the evening strolling the Casino Terrace. 14 August. Lucy had a headache and went early to bed. I went out for a short stroll. Returning home, I glanced up at our window and ‘She was fast asleep, and by her was what looked like a good-sized bird, As I entered ‘the room she was returning to bed, shiclding her throat against the chill. Tater, Mrs, Westenra confessed that her heart is weakening. She has not told Lucy, and made me B promise secrecy. 17 August, Still no news from Jonathan. Lucy grows weaker and more languid every day. ‘Tne rosea in her cheeks are fading and I hear fighting for air at night,SAMUEL P. BILLINGTON & SON, SOLICITORS WHITBY, TO MESSRS. CARTER, PATERSON & 0., LONDON. 17 August, boxes in tha keys in the main ball ITER, PATERSON & C0., IO! ‘BILLINGTON & SON, WHITB’ Dear Sirs.LUCY DEAR, DO ‘YOU EVER WONDER ‘ABOUT THAT NIGHT..THE NIGHT T FOUND you UP HERE ALONE? “T PASSED THROUGH THE EMPTY STREETS AND OVER THE BRIDGE. ) August. At last, newa of gnathan. My dearest has zen ill, that is why he did ot write, Mr. Hawkins sent on the letter, and wrote ndly himself. DIDN'T MAKE MucH Noise J THEN! A I DARESAY POOR OLD MR. SWALES WOULD HAVE SAID THAT WAS BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO WAKE THE. DEAD. 1 wa . q MY POOR LITTLE FEET a ‘ “FISH LEAPED. EXCITEDLY T WENT BY ] | “AND T HEARD & LOT OF Dogs| HOWLING.” (OH Lucy, You SHOULDN'T SAY SUCH THINGS, 1 MUST HAVE. BEEN IN SOME KIND OF. WAKING DREAM THAT NIGHT FOR Z REMEMBER ALL SORTS ‘OF QUEER DETAILS. MY SOUL SEEMED TO LEAVE MY BODY AND..AND FLOAT, ‘ABOUT THE AIR... AND T CAME ‘Back AND FOUND YOu SHAKING MY BODY. Z. ‘SAW IT BEFORE T SENSED IT. Tam to leave for Buda-Pesth ‘touorrow where I shall help to nurse him. T have wept over the letter...no more writing, I must keep it to say to Jonathan,DR. SEWARD'S DIAR’ 19 “August. WHAT IS I, MANE WHAT HAS HAPPENED? THE HOUR, IS UPON US! TAM COMING TO YOu. You Must NOT PASS M BY, MASTER é YOU SHALL. J ‘ REWARD ME FOR T SHALL Be FAITHRULY § \ " = HOW DARE YOU COME HERE! WHEN THE MASTER ‘COMES YOU WILL BE ‘SORRY! T AWAIT YOUR COMMANDS, AND YOU WILL NOT PASS ME BY, WILL YOU, DEAR MASTER, IN YOUR DISTRIBUTION OF ‘GOOD THINGSMy dearest Lacy, F kewow: you will be anxious 16 hear all that has happened since we parted atthe railway Station at (Whitty, Y feel that] can hardly recall anything of the journey, for 9 Megas rach a3 J could, She told me that Jonathan ‘has had seme tortie shock cand, fears may harm him \i if he wore 1 thy 1 recall Bi ha 3 Hs fear was of peat cand Terie things, “which no moral can treat of”.J a now lng by his bedside, where J can walch while he sleeps, MINA. MY. DEAR. SWEET MINA. 15 TT REALLY Your MY DARLING: JONATHAN, TAM. HERE TO NURSE YOU AND BRING ‘YOU HOME. I ALMOST. DID NOT DARE TO DREAM. F on os ae Sewet ee WILHELMINA. YOU..YOU KNOW MY. THOUGHTS ON THE TRUST BETWEEN HUSBAND. 'AND WIFE. SWEAR Z WILL KEEP IT SO, AND NEVER OPEN IT UNLESS FOR YOUR OWN DEAR SAKE OR, MISS MURRAY, FOR THE SAKE OF SOME TEE CHAPLAIN OF | STERN Ea CHURCH HAS BEEN SENT FOR AS YOU Ja REQUESTED. glen ‘We are te be manied | 4 Soon as the Chaplain arrives,ER, LUCY WESTENRA ) MINA, hithy, 2@ August. Muy cleanest WNina, Oceans May you soon be in your oun home with D wish you were coming soon enough to- stay with ub here. walling, in my sbeep. Q love him mone than ever. le tells me that he loves e mane, but I doubt that. But: this i nonsense. ec Masago uch fahing CopeSoe ns | LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY Hillinghan, 390 August, a ayy change off dir, on getting home agein, else 9 know he will be miserable to see me se.= Gi rege that ae Perea Do nod lb: Ms, west ELLIS in poor fealth, eet ach day. FA. is i rowing worse every day. Please call Ree eee cel T found her somewhat but T could not x Sighs OF anaemia. ER FROM DR. SEWARD ARTHUR HOLMWOOD. September. ) dear old Flow, wagrt to write Mss westewo's dition i something, a mystug to me happenea, an you dw your Own conclusion She complains of difficulty parent Miss westewn. breathing and of lethausic her hoscest to misead [IB step with vightmoves of which fo spout her any anit she vumemioers nothing, T have asked him tc at once and we shall Miss westuwe tomorrow. hose written to my old Friund A master, Professor Vou Hebig, Amstunlam who Knows michee a LETTER, DR, SEWARD 70 ARTHUR HOLMWOOD a My dear Art, Te Von Helsing has Fl come anc gone. Fay We visited Hingham and Found that, by Lucy's discretion, we were alone with he Telegran, Seward, London to Van Helsing, Ansterdam. 4 September Patient still hetter today She is wot anaemic, be a cause. T must 90 Home and think.” She was Voy sweet to Vaw Helsing 0S she alwaw is, though T could see ti stain On hee T exeused mysulh whi takecy 0d waite nfl he emeaged. dow, Dam needed T shall come again. The disease intuests and the young dear; si chosms mé, soT shal nd yet thee must ‘Telegram, Seward, London to Yan Helsing, Amsterdam, 5 September 6 September: Patient greatly improved. Terrible change for the v appetite, sleeps naturally colour coming back. Come at once. Thold over telegramming Holmwood till I have seen yorad news toda Lucy has back « bit. Mrs wistuwe pusulted mi as she was ‘Accompanied now by Van Helsing, I was called +o Hillingham once more. ais time even Lucy's Lips and gums were ghastly, chalxily pale, Yan Helsing wasted no time. "Quickly, or she will die for want of blood. There must he a transfusion, Is it you or I?" Van Helsing had almost begun. the operation when the door opened, and Arthur entered. Reading between the lines of my letter, he hed sensed ay anxiety and hastened to Hillinghan. T replica that Ov. van Helsing coming to stouy with my 50 Luey Would be in both over to the hed, helped Lucy to drink it, and with his cheeriest bedside manner. She made the effort with success. "What oan I do?" he asked "My life is hers, and I would give her the last drop of blood in my body.” Van Helsing smiled. Not the very last.‘As the procedure progressed, Lucy's colour returned somewhat. When the transfusion was accomplished, Arthur kissed his love before we sent him to recuperat DR, SEWARD'S DIARY September. Tat up all night with Lucy. She never stirred, but slept on in a deep, life-giving, aleep. ‘LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY pt 40- happy tonight, his presence worm about me. ‘was examining Iucy, when her choker slipped, and revealed two tiny wounds beneath. Van Helsing also noticed thea and asked my opinion, In the morning her maid cam: and I left her in her care and took myself home. I was Ww vor, ciusiog BM eas DWMyy dean, muy dean, your cant must tingle cb as mine do- waking. the blissful abt: night Tr: must have bled. Howeves such a quantity of bloc would be observable. < FE. f == = = At dinner, a telegram f: Van Helsing, We should ne at Hillingham shortly. Cuct tonight: 3 sha not fear bo sleep, he it chose at: hand.VERY WELL, WHEN T Leer HER OR RATHER ‘WHEN SHE LEFT ME. PROMISED TO CALL OUT IF. Sy IR. SEWARD'S DIARY ‘September. was conscious of the rofessor’s hand on my ead, and started ywake all in a second, ‘There on the bed, lay poor || Lacy, more horribly white fi ~ ere is no young Arthur nave to call on urself today, friend John.’ Tucy slept well, and when she woke she was fairly strong. ore he finished speaking had removed my coat and rolled up my shirt sleeve. Yan Helsing returned presently. "You go home, and eat well and drink enough.” Le Van Helaing saw he: wake yourselt stroog. I 7 i, went out for a walk, giving shall stay here tonight, ue strict injunctions not and I shall ait up with to leave her side. Little miss myself.”THESE ARE FOR, you, MISS Lucy. THE HAVE MEDICINAL QUALITIES. Pound Van Helsing in excellent spirits and Lucy much better. = ‘A parcel from abroad had arrived for the Professor containing a great bundle of white flowers. PROFESSOR, T BELIEVE YOU ARE ONLY PUTTING UP A. SOKE ON ME. THESE: FLOWERS ARE ONLY COMMON GARLICL THEY ARE NOT TO TAKE IN CHARMING NOSE! x PUT THEM. ‘AROUND YOUR Wit T MAKE WREATHS, A ‘YOUR NECK. WHAT 2'D0, YOU. MUST HUMOUR ME, Mi TONIGHT CAN SLEEP BN Peace, AND SLEEP T WANT. TOMORROW MORNING, CALL FOR ME, AND We WILL COME TOGETHER TO SEE HER. SO MUCH STRONGER FOR MY “SPELL” WHICH T HAVE WORKED/, IT 1s WELL WE HAVE NO. ‘SCEPTIC HERE, OR HE MIGHT SAY YOu WERE WORKING. SOME SPELL TO. KEEP OFF EVIL ‘SPRITSting bo strong agate ae) know wa 2 Dr. Via Pleling been with me, alt the cbrccrning anc the fear brought, seems to- hare where and commanded know not uhat, haveThe Escaped Wolf ‘Aer many inquire, mana tofind the deeper responsible We der, an for he Colgical Gardens’. ilde's mth oles, Thomas Bilder vas jut fell apn fnshing his ea wheat foand im. “We caledin Besser, came ta rom Morea fou yaa “He vata well dekard wolf at ee ane ne abe alk of” Wel, Si ane afer fein! estetday | beard the hoi “Well, Sir, soon after feedin’ yesterday I heard the howlin’, There was Bersicker a-tearin’ like a mad thing at the bars. After many inquiries, I managed to find the Keeper responsible for ‘the Zoological Gardens’ wolves. Thomas Bilder was just finishing ius tea when I found him. “We called ‘im Bersicker, cai 0 us from Norway four years ag He was a well-behaved wolf t ever gave no trouble to talk “Then, just before twelve o'clock I looked round afore turnin’ in, an’, Dust me, I se¢ the rails broken and twisted about and the cage empty! “fle needs feedin’ ‘course, and surprised at what he’ll do.” mayhap he'll chance on a butcher's shop in time. Else I shouldn't be ‘The beast seemed in good health, though Mr. Bilder not that Its tur was peppered Wi slass fragments. And with t Bersicker retired, as did I.(EMORANDUM npr BY LUCY WESTENRA maer, Night. Dwat wabede by that: lapping sound which bate i must be done. I know b0- well, I'M SORRY, MOTHER, DID NOT MEAN TO WAKE YOU. T CANNOT SLEEP. THAT IS WHAT WOKE Me..IT iS THE ‘SAME NOISE THAT ALWAY ‘SEEMS TO WAKE ME ‘OR TO PRECEDE MY NIGHTMARES...O# IT's $0 ‘ORRIBLE, MISS, WHAT ARE We TO.D03 T CANT. BELIEVE TT, Missi TTelT ALL, HAPPENED SWIFTLY. Miss’ Mis: WAKE UP Miss! OH IT'S AWEULY POOR MISSUS. WESTENRAL sO AAAAH/ WHAT WAS THAT? DON'T BE SILLY, IT IS JUST ‘THE WIND. PLEASE, RUN ALONG ALL OF YOu! I. examined the Isaw then the bottle whiche mother's doctor uses Ger her - ofe! Dich use - wae empty. What am. you must CALM YOURSELVES, T HAVENT THE STRENGTH 0, DRINK A. YOUR NERVES, A ‘YOU SHALL AL FEEL BETTER get ne answer. went: to the oom to- book Lond save me. I am lone with the dead! Goodbye dean Cirthir, God keep you dean, and God helo me!SEWARD'S DIARY ‘September. n Heleing found me Hillinghan, failing raise an answer, Without speaking the We found the front door to Professor bent over then, he unlocked, and discovered hais head almost touching The house the servants unconscious on poor Lucy's breast, Then appeared the dining room floor. We he oried out. "It is not deserted. Tushed upstairs innediately too late!” flew downstairs to evive the maids to help ucy, and found Quincy forris in the hall, When Morris discovered our plight, he insisted we take his blood at once. "You have only to tell me what to do.” ‘As Morris' life coursed Tuoy's veins, Van Helsing drew me aside. Apparently the memorandum slipped from Lucy's breast when moved her. (WELL THAT PRETTY LITTLE) CREATURE COULDNT HOLD THE BLOOD OF THREE ‘STRONG MEN... $0 YOu. \ HAVE TO ASK. WHAT TOOK IT ‘OUT AGAIN? IN GOD'S NAME, WHAT DOES MEAN MADNESS? OR WHAT ‘OF HORRIBLE DANGER IS IT? TAKE IT HAT YOU HAD DONE ALREADY WHAT EDO TODAY, 'AND NOT MANY DAYS PAST?19 September. ‘All last night Iucy slept fitfully, the professor and I took it in turns to watch over her. her for a moment unattender Quincy Morris said not! about his intention, but knew that all night lon he patrolled round and round the house. When daylight came, it ‘When he saw her, Arthuz showed the ravages in poor afternoon was choked with emotion Tucy's strength. Awake, she she asked and none of us could could hardly lift her head. for Arthur, speak. His presence scemet and we to revive Lucy somewhat telegraphed and she spoke much more for hin, brightly to hia, 6 She seomed stronger when almost six o'clock and the When Arthur arrived it was asleep than in those short sunset cast red light across periods of consciousness. Lucy's face. LETTER MINA HARKER ‘70 LUCY WESTENRA (Unopened by her) Ir Septomner (3 metoun beat and brought us % hs home, Atdnner he said he has ‘no children, and thinks a of Jonathan as a son. partion and asked 48 18 Slay with hil