23 September.- Jonathan is better after a bad night. I am so glad
that he has plenty of work to do, for that keeps his mind off the
terrible things; and oh, I am rejoiced that he is not now weighed down
with the responsibility of his new position. I knew he would be true
to himself, and now how proud I am to see my Jonathan rising to the
height of his advancement and keeping pace in all ways with the duties
that come upon him. He will be away all day till late, for he said
he could not lunch at home. My household work is done, so I shall take
his foreign journal, and lock myself up in my room and read it...

  24 September.- I hadn't the heart to write last night; that terrible
record of Jonathan's upset me so. Poor dear! How he must have
suffered, whether it be true or only imagination. I wonder if there is
any truth in it at all. Did he get his brain fever, and then write all
those terrible things, or had he some cause for it all? I suppose I
shall never know, for I dare not open the subject to him... And yet
that man we saw yesterday! He seemed quite certain of him... Poor
fellow! I suppose it was the funeral upset him and sent his mind
back on some train of thought... He believes it all himself. I
remember how on our wedding-day he said: "Unless some solemn duty come
upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, mad or sane."
There seems to be through it all some thread of continuity... That
fearful Count was coming to London... If it should be, and he came
to London, with his teeming millions... There may be a solemn duty;
and if it come we must not shrink from it... I shall be prepared. I
shall get my typewriter this very hour and begin transcribing. Then we
shall be ready for other eyes if required. And if it be wanted;
then, perhaps, if I am ready, poor Jonathan may not be upset, for I
can speak for him and never let him be troubled or worried with it
at all. If ever Jonathan quite gets over the nervousness he may want
to tell me of it all, and I can ask him questions and find out things,
and see how I may comfort him.
 

                 Letter, Van Helsing to Mrs. Harker.

                                                       "24 September.
                                                         (Confidence)
  "Dear Madam,-
  "I pray you to pardon my writing, in that I am so far friend as that
I sent to you sad news of Miss Lucy Westenra's death. By the
kindness of Lord Godalming, I am empowered to read her letters and
papers, for I am deeply concerned about certain matters vitally
important. In them I find some letters from you, which show how
great friends you were and how you love her. Oh, Madam Mina, by that
love, I implore you, help me. It is for others' good that I ask- to
redress great wrong, and to lift much and terrible troubles- that
may be more great than you can know. May it be that I see you? You can
trust me. I am friend of Dr. John Seward and of Lord Godalming (that
was Arthur of Miss Lucy). I must keep it private for the present
from all. I should come to Exeter to see you at once if you tell me
I am privilege to come, and where and when. I implore your pardon,
madam. I have read your letters to poor Lucy, and know how good you
are and how your husband suffer; so I pray you, if it may be,
enlighten him not, lest it may harm. Again your pardon, and forgive
me.
                                                       "Van Helsing."
 

                Telegram, Mrs. Harker to Van Helsing.

  "25 September.- Come to-day by quarter-past ten train if you can
catch it. Can see you any time you call.
                                                 "Wilhelmina Harker."
 

                        Mina Harker's Journal.

  25 September.- I cannot help feeling terribly excited as the time
draws near for the visit of Dr. Van Helsing, for somehow I expect that
it will throw some light upon Jonathan's sad experience: and as he
attended poor dear Lucy in her last illness, he can tell me all
about her. That is the reason of his coming, it is concerning Lucy and
her sleep-walking, and not about Jonathan. Then I shall never know the
real truth now! How silly I am. That awful journal gets hold of my
imagination and tinges everything with something of its own colour. Of
course it is about Lucy. That habit came back to the poor dear, and
that awful night on the cliff must have made her ill. I had almost
forgotten in my own affairs how ill she was afterwards. She must
have told him of her sleep-walking adventure on the cliff, and that
I knew all about it; and now he wants me to tell him what she knows,
so that he may understand. I hope I did right in not saying anything
of it to Mrs. Westenra; I should never forgive myself if any act of
mine, were it even a negative one, brought harm on poor dear Lucy. I
hope, too, Dr. Van Helsing will not blame me; I have had so much
trouble and anxiety of late that I feel I cannot bear more just at
present.
  I suppose a cry does us all good at times- clears the air as other
rain does. Perhaps it was reading the journal yesterday that upset me,
and then Jonathan went away this morning to stay away from me a
whole day and night, the first time we have been parted since our
marriage. I do hope the dear fellow will take care of himself, and
that nothing will occur to upset him. It is two o'clock, and the
doctor will be here soon now. I shall say nothing of Jonathan's
journal unless he asks me. I am so glad I have type-written out my own
journal, so that, in case he asks about Lucy, I can hand it to him; it
will save much questioning.

  Later.- He has come and gone. Oh, what a strange meeting, and how it
all makes my head whirl round! I feel like one in a dream. Can it be
all possible, or even a part of it? if I had not read Jonathan's
journal first, I should never have accepted even a possibility.
Poor, poor, dear Jonathan! How he must have suffered. Please the
good God, all this may not upset him again. I shall try to save him
from it; but it may be even a consolation and a help to him-
terrible though it be and awful in its consequences- to know for
certain that his eyes and ears and brain did not deceive him, and that
it is all true. It may be that it is the doubt which haunts him;
that when the doubt is removed, no matter which- waking or dreaming-
may prove the truth, he will be more satisfied and better able to bear
the shock. Dr. Van Helsing must be a good man as well as a clever
one if he is Arthur's friend and Dr. Seward's, and if they brought him
all the way from Holland to look after Lucy. I feel from having seen
him that he is good and kind and of a noble nature. When he comes
to-morrow I shall ask him about Jonathan; and then, please God, all
this sorrow and anxiety may lead to a good end. I used to think I
would like to practice interviewing; Jonathan's friend on "The
Exeter News" told him that memory was everything in such work- that
you must be able to put down exactly almost every word spoken, even if
you had to refine some of it afterwards. Here was a rare interview;
I shall try to record it verbatim.
  It was half-past two o'clock when the knock came. I took my
courage a deux mains and waited. In a few minutes Mary opened the
door, and announced "Dr. Van Helsing."
  I rose and bowed, and he came towards me; a man of medium weight,
strongly built, with his shoulders set back over a broad, deep chest
and a neck well balanced on the trunk as the head is on the neck.
The poise of the head strikes one at once as indicative of thought and
power, the head is noble, well-sized, broad, and large behind the
ears. The face shows a hard, square chin, a large, resolute, mobile
mouth, a good-sized nose, rather straight, but with quick, sensitive
nostrils, that seem to broaden as the big, bushy brows come down and
the mouth tightens. The forehead is broad and fine, rising at first
almost straight and then sloping back above two bumps or ridges wide
apart; such a forehead that the reddish hair cannot possibly tumble
over it, but falls naturally back and to the sides. Big, dark blue
eyes are set widely apart, and are quick and tender or stern with
the man's moods. He said to me:-
  "Mrs. Harker, is it not?" I bowed assent.
  "That was Miss Mina Murray?" Again I assented.
  "It is Mina Murray that I came to see that was friend of that poor
dear child Lucy Westenra. Madam Mina, it is on account of the dead I
come."
  "Sir," I said, "you could have no better claim on me than that you
were a friend and helper of Lucy Westenra." And I held out my hand. He
took it and said tenderly:-
  "Oh, Madam Mina, I knew that the friend of that poor lily girl
must be good, but I had yet to learn-" He finished his speech with a
courtly bow. I asked him what it was that he wanted to see me about,
so he at once began:-
  "I have read your letters to Miss Lucy. Forgive me, but I had to
begin to inquire somewhere, and there was none to ask. I know that you
were with her at Whitby. She sometimes kept a diary- you need not
look, surprised Madam Mina; it was begun after you had left, and was
made in imitation of you- and in that diary she traces by inference
certain things to a sleep-walking in which she puts down that you
saved her. In great perplexity then I come to you, and ask you out
of your so much kindness to tell me all of it that you remember."
  "I can tell you, I think, Dr. Van Helsing, all about it."
  "Ah, then you have good memory for facts, for details? It is not
always so with young ladies."
  "No, doctor, but I wrote it all down at the time. I can show it to
you if you like."
  "Oh, Madam Mina, I will be grateful; you will do me much favour."
  I could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit- I suppose
it is some of the taste of the original apple that remains still in
our mouths- so I handed him the shorthand diary. He took it with a
grateful bow, and said:-
  "May I read it?"
  "If you wish," I answered as demurely as I could. He opened it,
and for an instant his face fell. Then he stood up and bowed.
  "Oh, you so clever woman!" he said. "I long knew that Mr. Jonathan
was a man of much thankfulness; but see, his wife have all the good
things. And will you not so much honour me and so help me as to read
it for me? Alas! I know not the shorthand." By this time my little
joke was over, and I was almost ashamed; so I took the type-written
copy from my workbasket and handed it to him.
  "Forgive me," I said: "I could not help it; but I had been
thinking that it was of dear Lucy that you wished to ask, and so
that you might not have to wait- not on my account, but because I know
your time must be precious- I have written it out on the typewriter
for you."
  He took it and his eyes glistened. "You are so good," he said. "And
may I read it now? I may want to ask you some things when I have
read."
  "By all means," I said, "read it over whilst I order lunch; and then
you can ask me questions whilst we eat." He bowed and settled
himself in a chair with his back to the light, and became absorbed
in the papers, whilst I went to see after lunch, chiefly in order that
he might not be disturbed. When I came back I found him walking
hurriedly up and down the room, his face all ablaze with excitement.
He rushed up to me and took me by both hands.
  "Oh, Madam Mina," he said, "how can I say what I owe to you? This
paper is as sunshine. It opens the gate to me. I am daze, I am dazzle,
with so much light; and yet clouds roll in behind the light every
time. But that you do not, cannot, comprehend. Oh, but I am grateful
to you, you so clever woman. Madam"- he said this very solemnly- "if
ever Abraham Van Helsing can do anything for you or yours, I trust you
will let me know. It will be pleasure and delight if I may serve you
as a friend; as a friend, but all I have ever learned, all I can
ever do, shall be for you and those you love. There are darknesses
in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights. You will
have happy life and good life, and your husband will be blessed in
you."
  "But, doctor, you praise me too much, and- and you do not know me."
  "Not know you- I, who am old, and who have studied all my life men
and women; I, who have made my specialty the brain and all that
belongs to him and all that follow from him! And I have read your
diary that you have so goodly written for me, and which breathes out
truth in every line. I, who have read your so sweet letter to poor
Lucy of your marriage and your trust, not know you! Oh, Madam Mina,
good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute,
such things that angels can read; and we men who wish to know have
in us something of angels' eyes. Your husband is noble nature, and you
are noble too, for you trust, and trust cannot be where there is
mean nature. And your husband- tell me of him. Is he quite well? Is
all that fever gone, and is he strong and hearty?" I saw here an
opening to ask him about Jonathan, so I said:-
  "He was almost recovered, but he has been greatly upset by Mr.
Hawkins's death." He interrupted:-
  "Oh yes, I know, I know. I have read your last two letters." I
went on:-
  "I suppose this upset him, for when we were in town on Thursday last
he had a sort of shock."
  "A shock, and after brain fever so soon! That was not good. What
kind of shock was it?"
  "He thought he saw some one who recalled something terrible,
something which led to his brain fever." And here the whole thing
seemed to overwhelm me in a rush. The pity for Jonathan, the horror
which he experienced, the whole fearful mystery of his diary, and
the fear that has been brooding over me ever since, all came in a
tumult. I suppose I was hysterical, for I threw myself on my knees and
held up my hands to him, and implored him to make my husband well
again. He took my hands and raised me up, and made me sit on the sofa,
and sat by me; he held my hand in his, and said to me with, oh, such
infinite sweetness:-
  "My life is a barren and lonely one, and so full of work that I have
not had much time for friendships; but since I have been summoned to
here by my friend John Seward I have known so many good people and
seen such nobility that I feel more than ever- and it has grown with
my advancing years- the loneliness of my life. Believe me, then,
that I come here full of respect for you, and you have given me
hope- hope, not in what I am seeking of, but that there are good women
still left to make life happy- good women, whose lives and whose
truths may make good lesson for the children that are to be. I am
glad, glad, that I may here be of some use to you; for if your husband
suffer, he suffer within the range of my study and experience. I
promise you that I will gladly do all for him that I can- all to
make his life strong and manly, and your life a happy one. Now you
must eat. You are overwrought and perhaps over-anxious. Husband
Jonathan would not like to see you so pale; and what he like not where
he love, is not to his good. Therefore for his sake you must eat and
smile. You have told me all about Lucy, and so now we shall not
speak of it, lest it distress. I shall stay in Exeter to-night, for
I want to think much over what you have told me, and when I have
thought I will ask you questions, if I may. And then, too, you will
tell me of husband Jonathan's trouble so far as you can, but not
yet. You must eat now; afterwards you shall tell me all."
  After lunch, when we went back to the drawing-room, he said to me:-
  "And now tell me all about him." When it came to speaking to this
great, learned man, I began to fear that he would think me a weak
fool, and Jonathan a madman- that journal is all so strange- and I
hesitated to go on. But he was so sweet and kind, and he had
promised to help, and I trusted him, so I said:-
  "Dr. Van Helsing, what I have to tell you is so queer that you
must not laugh at me or at my husband. I have been since yesterday
in a sort of fever of doubt; you must be kind to me, and not think
me foolish that I have even half believed some very strange things."
He reassured me by his manner as well as his words when he said:-
  "Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding
which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to
think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it be. I
have tried to keep an open mind; and it is not the ordinary things
of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary
things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane."
  "Thank you, thank you, a thousand times! You have taken a weight off
my mind. If you will let me, I shall give you a paper to read. It is
long, but I have typewritten it out. It will tell you my trouble and
Jonathan's. It is the copy of his journal when abroad, and all that
happened. I happ dare not say anything of it; you will read for
yourself and judge. And then when I see you, perhaps, you will be very
kind and tell me what you think."
  "I promise," he said as I gave him the papers; "I shall in the
morning, so soon as I can, come to see you and your husband, if I
may."
  "Jonathan will be here at half-past eleven, and you must come to
lunch with us and see him then; you could catch the quick 3:34
train, which will leave you at Paddington before eight." He was
surprised at my knowledge of the trains off-hand, but he does not know
that I have made up all the trains to and from Exeter, so that I may
help Jonathan in case he is in a hurry.
  So he took the papers with him and went away, and I sit here
thinking- thinking I don't know what.
 

            Letter (by hand), Van Helsing to Mrs. Harker.

                                            "25 September, 6 o'clock.
  "Dear Madam Mina,-
  "I have read your husband's so wonderful diary. You may sleep
without doubt. Strange and terrible as it is, it is true! I will
pledge my life on it. It may be worse for others; but for him and
you there is no dread. He is a noble fellow; and let me tell you
from experience of men, that one who would do as he did in going
down that wall and to that room- ay, and going a second time- is not
one to be injured in permanence by a shock. His brain and his heart
are all right; this I swear, before I have even seen him; so be at
rest. I shall have much to ask him of other things. I am blessed
that to-day I come to see you, for I have learn all at once so much
that again I am dazzle- dazzle more than ever, and I must think.
                                            "Yours the most faithful,
                                               "Abraham Van Helsing."
 

                 Letter, Mrs. Harker to Van Helsing.

                                             "25 September, 6:30 p.m.
  "My dear Dr. Van Helsing,-
  "A thousand thanks for your kind letter, which has taken a great
weight off my mind. And yet, if it be true, what terrible things there
are in the world, and what an awful thing if that man, that monster,
be really in London! I fear to think. I have this moment, whilst
writing, had a wire from Jonathan, saying that he leaves by the 6:25
to-night from Launceston and will be here at 10:18, so that I shall
have no fear to-night. Will you, therefore, instead of lunching with
us, please come to breakfast at eight o'clock, if this be not too
early for you? You can get away, if you are in a hurry, by the 10:30
train, which will bring you to Paddington by 2:35. Do not answer this,
as I shall take it that if I do not hear, you will come to breakfast.
                                                         "Believe me,
                                  "Your faithful and grateful friend,
                                                       "Mina Harker."
 

                      Jonathan Harker's Journal.

  26 September.- I thought never to write in this diary again, but the
time has come. When I got home last night Mina had supper ready, and
when we had supped she told me of Van Helsing's visit, and of her
having given him the two diaries copied out, and of how anxious she
has been about me. She showed me in the doctor's letter that all I
wrote down was true. It seems to have made a new man of me. It was the
doubt as to the reality of the whole thing that knocked me over. I
felt impotent, and in the dark, and distrustful. But, now that I know,
I am not afraid, even of the Count. He has succeeded after all,
then, in his design in getting to London, and it was he I saw. He
has got younger, and how? Van Helsing is the man to unmask him and
hunt him out, if he is anything like what Mina says. We sat late,
and talked it all over. Mina is dressing, and I shall call at the
hotel in a few minutes and bring him over...
  He was, I think, surprised to see me. When I came into the room
where he was, and introduced myself, he took me by the shoulder, and
turned my face round to the light, and said, after a sharp scrutiny:-
  "But Madam Mina told me you were ill, that you had had a shock."
It was so funny to hear my wife called "Madam Mina" by this kindly,
strong-faced old man. I smiled, and said:-
  "I was ill, I have had a shock; but you have cured me already."
  "And how?"
  "By your letter to Mina last night. I was in doubt, and then
everything took a hue of unreality, and I did not know what to
trust, even the evidence of my own senses. Not knowing what to
trust, I did not know what to do; and so had only to keep on working
in what had hitherto been the groove of my life. The groove ceased
to avail me, and I mistrusted myself. Doctor, you don't know what it
is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't
with eyebrows like yours." He seemed pleased, and laughed as he said:-
  "So! You are physiognomist. I learn more here with each hour. I am
with so much pleasure coming to you to breakfast; and, oh, sir, you
will pardon praise from an old man, but you are blessed in your wife."
I would listen to him go on praising Mina for a day, so I simply
nodded and stood silent.
  "She is one of God's women, fashioned by His own hand to show us men
and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that
its light can be here on earth. So true, so sweet, so noble, so little
an egoist- and that, let me tell you, is much in this age, so
sceptical and selfish. And you, sir- I have read all the letters to
poor Miss Lucy, and some of them speak of you, so I know you since
some days from the knowing of others; but I have seen your true self
since last night. You will give me your hand, will you not? And let us
be friends for all our lives."
  We shook hands, and he was so earnest and so kind that it made me
quite choky.
  "And now." he said, "may I ask you for some more help? I have a
great task to do, and at the beginning it is to know. You can help
me here. Can you tell me what went before your going to
Transylvania? Later on I may ask more help, and of a different kind;
but at first this will do."
  "Look here, sir," I said, "does what you have to do concern the
Count?"
  "It does," he said solemnly.
  "Then I am with you heart and soul. As you go by the 10:30 train,
you will not have time to read them; but I shall get the bundle of
papers. You can take them with you and read them in the train."
  After breakfast I saw him to the station. When we were parting he
said:-
  "Perhaps you will come to town if I send to you, and take Madam Mina
too."
  "We shall both come when you will," I said.
  I had got him the morning papers and the London papers of the
previous night, and while we were talking at the carriage window,
waiting for the train to start, he was turning them over. His eye
suddenly seemed to catch something in one of them, "The Westminster
Gazette"- I knew it by the colour- and he grew quite white. He read
something intently, groaning to himself. "Mein Gott! Mein Gott! So
soon! so soon!" I do not think he remembered me at the moment. Just
then the whistle blew, and the train moved off. This recalled him to
himself, and he leaned out of the window and waved his hand, calling
out: "Love to Madam Mina; I shall write so soon as ever I can."
 

                         Dr. Seward's Diary.

  26 September.- Truly there is no such thing as finality. Not a
week since I said "Finis," and yet here I am starting fresh again,
or rather going on with the same record. Until this afternoon I had no
cause to think of what is done. Renfield had become, to all intents,
as sane as he ever was. He was already well ahead with his fly
business; and he had just started in the spider line also; so he had
not been of any trouble to me. I had a letter from Arthur, written
on Sunday, and from it I gather that he is bearing up wonderfully
well. Quincey Morris is with him, and that is much of a help, for he
himself is a bubbling well of good spirits. Quincey wrote me a line
too, and from him I hear that Arthur is beginning to recover something
of his old buoyancy; so as to them all my mind is at rest. As for
myself, I was settling down to my work with the enthusiasm which I
used to have for it, so that I might fairly have said that the wound
which poor Lucy left on me was becoming cicatrised. Everything is,
however, now reopened; and what is to be the end God only knows. I
have an idea that Van Helsing thinks he knows too, but he will only
let out enough at a time to whet curiosity. He went to Exeter
yesterday, and stayed there all night. To-day he came back, and almost
bounded into the room at about half-past five o'clock, and thrust last
night's "Westminister Gazette" into my hand.
  "What do you think of that?" he asked as he stood back and folded
his arms.
  I looked over the paper, for I really did not know what he meant;
but he took it from me and pointed out a paragraph about children
being decoyed away at Hampstead. It did not convey much to me, until I
reached a passage where it described small punctured wounds on their
throats. An idea struck me, and I looked up. "Well?" he said.
  "It is like poor Lucy's."
  "And what do you make of it?"
  "Simply that there is some cause in common. Whatever it was that
injured her has injured them." I did not quite understand his answer:-
  "That is true indirectly, but not directly."
  "How do you mean, Professor?" I asked. I was a little inclined to
take his seriousness lightly- for, after all, four days of rest and
freedom from burning, harrowing anxiety does help to restore one's
spirits- but when I saw his face, it sobered me. Never, even in the
midst of our despair about poor Lucy, had he looked more stern.
  "Tell me!" I said. "I can hazard no opinion. I do not know what to
think, and I have no data on which to found a conjecture."
  "Do you mean to tell me, friend John, that you have no suspicion
as to what poor Lucy died of, not after all the hints given, not
only by events, but by me?"
  "Of nervous prostration following on great loss or waste of blood."
  "And how the blood lost or waste?" I shook my head. He stepped
over and sat down beside me, and went on:-
  "You are clever man, friend John; you reason well, and your wit is
bold; but you are too prejudiced. You do not let your eyes see nor
your ears hear, and that which is outside your daily life is not of
account to you. Do you not think that there are things which you
cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that
others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be
contemplate by men's eyes, because they know- or think they know- some
things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our
science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it
says there is nothing to explain. But yet we see around us every day
the growth of new beliefs, which think themselves new; and which are
yet but the old, which pretend to be young- like the fine ladies at
the opera. I suppose now you do not believe in corporeal transference.
No? Nor in materialisation. No? Nor in astral bodies. No? Nor in the
reading of thought. No? Nor in hypnotism-"
  "Yes," I said. "Charcot has proved that pretty well." He smiled as
he went on: "Then you are satisfied as to it. Yes? And of course
then you understand how it act, and can follow the mind of the great
Charcot- alas that he is no more!- into the very soul of the patient
that he influence. No? Then, friend John, am I to take it that you
simply accept fact, and are satisfied to let from premise to
conclusion be a blank? No? Then tell me- for I am student of the
brain- how you accept the hypnotism and reject the thought reading.
Let me tell you, my friend, that there are things done to-day in
electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very men
who discovered electricity- who would themselves not so long before
have been burned as wizards. There are always mysteries in life. Why
was it that Methuselah lived nine hundred years, and 'Old Parr' one
hundred and sixty-nine, and yet that poor Lucy, with four men's
blood in her poor veins, could not live even one day? For, had she
live one more day, we could have save her. Do you know all the mystery
of life and death? Do you know the altogether of comparative
anatomy, and can say wherefore the qualities of brutes are in some
men, and not in others? Can you tell me why, when other spiders die
small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower
of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he
could drink the oil of all the church lamps? Can you tell me why in
the Pampas, ay and elsewhere, there are bats that come at night and
open the veins of cattle and horses and suck dry their veins; how in
some islands of the Western seas there are bats which hang on the
trees all day, that those who have seen describe as like giant nuts or
pods and that when the sailors sleep on the deck, because that it is
hot, flit down on them, and then- and then in the morning are found
dead men, white as even Miss Lucy was?"
  "Good God, Professor!" I said, starting up. "Do you mean to tell
me that Lucy was bitten by such a bat; and that such a thing is here
in London in the nineteenth century?" He waved his hand for silence,
and went on:-
  "Can you tell me why the tortoise lives more long than generations
of men; why the elephant goes on and on till he have seen dynasties;
and why the parrot never die only of bite of cat or dog or other
complaint? Can you tell me why men believe in all ages and places that
there are some few who live on always if they be permit; that there
are men and women who cannot die? We all know- because science has
vouched for the fact- that there have been toads shut up in rocks
for thousands of years, shut in one so small hole that only hold him
since the youth of the world. Can you tell me how the Indian fakir
make himself to die and have been buried, and his grave sealed and
corn sowed on it, and the corn reaped and be cut and sown and reaped
and cut again, and then men come and take away the unbroken seal,
and that there lie the Indian fakir, not dead, but that rise up and
walk amongst them as before?" Here I interrupted him. I was getting
bewildered; he so crowded on my mind his list of nature's
eccentricities and possible impossibilities that my imagination was
getting fired. I had a dim idea that he was teaching me some lesson,
as long ago he used to do in his study at Amsterdam; but he used
then to tell me the thing, so that I could have the object of
thought in mind all the time. But now I was without this help, yet I
wanted to follow him, so I said:-
  "Professor, let me be your pet student again. Tell me the thesis
so that I may apply your knowledge as you go on. At present I am going
in my mind from point to point as a mad man, and not a sane one,
follows an idea. I feel like a novice blundering through a bog in a
mist, jumping from one tussock to another in the mere blind effort
to move on without knowing where I am going."
  "That is good image," he said. "Well, I shall tell you My thesis
is this: I want you to believe."
  "To believe what?"
  "To believe in things that you cannot. Let me illustrate. I heard
once of an American who so defined faith: 'that faculty which
enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.' For one, I
follow that man. He meant that we shall have an open mind, and not let
a little bit of truth check the rush of a big truth, like a small rock
does a railway truck. We get the small truth first. Good! We keep him,
and we value him; but all the same we must not let him think himself
all the truth in the universe."
  "Then you want me not to let some previous conviction injure the
receptivity of my mind with regard to some strange matter. Do I read
your lesson aright?"
  "Ah, you are my favourite pupil still. It is worth to teach you. Now
that you are willing to understand, you have taken the first step to
understand. You think then that those so small holes in the children's
throats were made by the same that made the hole in Miss Lucy?"
  "I suppose so" He stood up and said solemnly:-
  "Then you are wrong. Oh, would it were so! but alas! no. It is
worse, far, far worse."
  "In God's name, Professor Van Helsing, what do you mean?" I cried.
  He threw himself with a despairing gesture into a chair, and
placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands as he
spoke:-
  "They were made by Miss Lucy!"
 

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