DR. VAN HELSING’S MEMORANDUM

5 November, afternoon.—­I am at least sane.  Thank God for that mercy at all events, though the proving it has been dreadful.  When I left Madam Mina sleeping within the Holy circle, I took my way to the castle.  The blacksmith hammer which I took in the carriage from Veresti was useful, though the doors were all open I broke them off the rusty hinges, lest some ill intent or ill chance should close them, so that being entered I might not get out.  Jonathan’s bitter experience served me here.  By memory of his diary I found my way to the old chapel, for I knew that here my work lay.  The air was oppressive.  It seemed as if there was some sulphurous fume, which at times made me dizzy.  Either there was a roaring in my ears or I heard afar off the howl of wolves.  Then I bethought me of my dear Madam Mina, and I was in terrible plight.  The dilemma had me between his horns.

Her, I had not dare to take into this place, but left safe from the Vampire in that Holy circle.  And yet even there would be the wolf!  I resolve me that my work lay here, and that as to the wolves we must submit, if it were God’s will.  At any rate it was only death and freedom beyond.  So did I choose for her.  Had it but been for myself the choice had been easy, the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire!  So I make my choice to go on with my work.

I knew that there were at least three graves to find, graves that are inhabit.  So I search, and search, and I find one of them.  She lay in her Vampire sleep, so full of life and voluptuous beauty that I shudder as though I have come to do murder.  Ah, I doubt not that in the old time, when such things were, many a man who set forth to do such a task as mine, found at the last his heart fail him, and then his nerve.  So he delay, and delay, and delay, till the mere beauty and the fascination of the wanton Undead have hypnotize him.  And he remain on and on, till sunset come, and the Vampire sleep be over.  Then the beautiful eyes of the fair woman open and look love, and the voluptuous mouth present to a kiss, and the man is weak.  And there remain one more victim in the Vampire fold.  One more to swell the grim and grisly ranks of the Undead! . . .

There is some fascination, surely, when I am moved by the mere presence of such an one, even lying as she lay in a tomb fretted with age and heavy with the dust of centuries, though there be that horrid odour such as the lairs of the Count have had.  Yes, I was moved.  I, Van Helsing, with all my purpose and with my motive for hate.  I was moved to a yearning for delay which seemed to paralyze my faculties and to clog my very soul.  It may have been that the need of natural sleep, and the strange oppression of the air were beginning to overcome me.  Certain it was that I was lapsing into sleep, the open eyed sleep of one who yields to a sweet fascination, when there came through the snow-stilled air a long, low wail, so full of woe and pity that it woke me like the sound of a clarion.  For it was the voice of my dear Madam Mina that I heard.