“At all events,” said the admiral, “I’m glad we are here.  If the vampyre should have a fight with that other fellow, that we heard doing such a lot of carpentering work in the house, we ought, I think, to see fair play.”

“I, for one,” said the doctor, “would not like to stand by and see the vampyre murdered; but I am inclined to think he is a good match for any mortal opponent.”

“You may depend he is,” said Henry.

“But how long, doctor, do you purpose that we should wait here in such a state of suspense as to what is going on within the house?”

“I hope not long; but that something will occur to make us have food for action.  Hark! what is that?”

There was a loud crash within the building, as of broken glass.  It sounded as if some window had been completely dashed in; but although they looked carefully over the front of the building, they could see no evidences of such a thing having happened, and were compelled, consequently, to come to the opinion that Varney and the other man must have met in one of the back rooms, and that the crash of glass had arisen from some personal conflict in which they had engaged.

“I cannot stand this,” said Henry.

“Nay, nay,” said the doctor; “be still, and I will tell you something, than which there can be no more fitting time than this to reveal it.”

“Refers it to the vampyre?”

“It does—­it does.”

“Be brief, then; I am in an agony of impatience.”

“It is a circumstance concerning which I can be brief; for, horrible as it is, I have no wish to dress it in any adventitious colours.  Sir Francis Varney, although under another name, is an old acquaintance of mine.”

“Acquaintance!” said Henry.

“Why, you don’t mean to say you are a vampyre?” said the admiral; “or that he has ever visited you?”

“No; but I knew him.  From the first moment that I looked upon him in this neighbourhood, I thought I knew him; but the circumstance which induced me to think so was of so terrific a character, that I made some efforts to chase it from my mind.  It has, however, grown upon me day by day, and, lately, I have had proof sufficient to convince me of his identity with one whom I first saw under most singular circumstances of romance.”

“Say on,—­you are agitated.”

“I am, indeed.  This revelation has several times, within the last few days, trembled on my lips, but now you shall have it; because you ought to know all that it is possible for me to tell you of him who has caused you so serious an amount of disturbance.”

“You awaken, doctor,” said Henry, “all my interest.”

“And mine, too,” remarked the admiral.  “What can it be all about? and where, doctor, did you first see this Varney the vampyre?”

“In his coffin.”

Both the admiral and Henry gave starts of surprise as, with one accord, they exclaimed,—­