“He doubted me when I took him from her kiss when she was dying.  I know he has forgiven me because in some mistaken idea I have done things that prevent him say goodbye as he ought, and he may think that in some more mistaken idea this woman was buried alive, and that in most mistake of all we have killed her.  He will then argue back that it is we, mistaken ones, that have killed her by our ideas, and so he will be much unhappy always.  Yet he never can be sure, and that is the worst of all.  And he will sometimes think that she he loved was buried alive, and that will paint his dreams with horrors of what she must have suffered, and again, he will think that we may be right, and that his so beloved was, after all, an UnDead.  No!  I told him once, and since then I learn much.  Now, since I know it is all true, a hundred thousand times more do I know that he must pass through the bitter waters to reach the sweet.  He, poor fellow, must have one hour that will make the very face of heaven grow black to him, then we can act for good all round and send him peace.  My mind is made up.  Let us go.  You return home for tonight to your asylum, and see that all be well.  As for me, I shall spend the night here in this churchyard in my own way.  Tomorrow night you will come to me to the Berkeley Hotel at ten of the clock.  I shall send for Arthur to come too, and also that so fine young man of America that gave his blood.  Later we shall all have work to do.  I come with you so far as Piccadilly and there dine, for I must be back here before the sun set.”

So we locked the tomb and came away, and got over the wall of the churchyard, which was not much of a task, and drove back to Piccadilly.

NOTE LEFT BY VAN HELSING IN HIS PORTMANTEAU, BERKELEY HOTEL DIRECTED TO JOHN SEWARD, M. D. (Not Delivered)

27 September

“Friend John,

“I write this in case anything should happen.  I go alone to watch in that churchyard.  It pleases me that the UnDead, Miss Lucy, shall not leave tonight, that so on the morrow night she may be more eager.  Therefore I shall fix some things she like not, garlic and a crucifix, and so seal up the door of the tomb.  She is young as UnDead, and will heed.  Moreover, these are only to prevent her coming out.  They may not prevail on her wanting to get in, for then the UnDead is desperate, and must find the line of least resistance, whatsoever it may be.  I shall be at hand all the night from sunset till after sunrise, and if there be aught that may be learned I shall learn it.  For Miss Lucy or from her, I have no fear, but that other to whom is there that she is UnDead, he have not the power to seek her tomb and find shelter.  He is cunning, as I know from Mr. Jonathan and from the way that all along he have fooled us when he played with us for Miss Lucy’s life, and we lost, and in many ways the UnDead are strong.  He have always the strength