“Let me write this all out now.  We must be ready for Dr. Van Helsing when he comes.  I have sent a telegram to Jonathan to come on here when he arrives in London from Whitby.  In this matter dates are everything, and I think that if we get all of our material ready, and have every item put in chronological order, we shall have done much.

“You tell me that Lord Godalming and Mr. Morris are coming too.  Let us be able to tell them when they come.”

He accordingly set the phonograph at a slow pace, and I began to typewrite from the beginning of the seventeenth cylinder.  I used manifold, and so took three copies of the diary, just as I had done with the rest.  It was late when I got through, but Dr. Seward went about his work of going his round of the patients.  When he had finished he came back and sat near me, reading, so that I did not feel too lonely whilst I worked.  How good and thoughtful he is.  The world seems full of good men, even if there are monsters in it.

Before I left him I remembered what Jonathan put in his diary of the Professor’s perturbation at reading something in an evening paper at the station at Exeter, so, seeing that Dr. Seward keeps his newspapers, I borrowed the files of ‘The Westminster Gazette’ and ’The Pall Mall Gazette’ and took them to my room.  I remember how much the ‘Dailygraph’ and ‘The Whitby Gazette’, of which I had made cuttings, had helped us to understand the terrible events at Whitby when Count Dracula landed, so I shall look through the evening papers since then, and perhaps I shall get some new light.  I am not sleepy, and the work will help to keep me quiet.

DR. SEWARD’S DIARY

30 September.—­Mr. Harker arrived at nine o’clock.  He got his wife’s wire just before starting.  He is uncommonly clever, if one can judge from his face, and full of energy.  If this journal be true, and judging by one’s own wonderful experiences, it must be, he is also a man of great nerve.  That going down to the vault a second time was a remarkable piece of daring.  After reading his account of it I was prepared to meet a good specimen of manhood, but hardly the quiet, businesslike gentleman who came here today.

Later.—­After lunch Harker and his wife went back to their own room, and as I passed a while ago I heard the click of the typewriter.  They are hard at it.  Mrs. Harker says that they are knitting together in chronological order every scrap of evidence they have.  Harker has got the letters between the consignee of the boxes at Whitby and the carriers in London who took charge of them.  He is now reading his wife’s transcript of my diary.  I wonder what they make out of it.  Here it is . . .