It was a strange thing that the patient had humour enough to see their distrust, for, coming close to me, he said in a whisper, all the while looking furtively at them, “They think I could hurt you!  Fancy me hurting you!  The fools!”

It was soothing, somehow, to the feelings to find myself disassociated even in the mind of this poor madman from the others, but all the same I do not follow his thought.  Am I to take it that I have anything in common with him, so that we are, as it were, to stand together.  Or has he to gain from me some good so stupendous that my well being is needful to Him?  I must find out later on.  Tonight he will not speak.  Even the offer of a kitten or even a full-grown cat will not tempt him.

He will only say, “I don’t take any stock in cats.  I have more to think of now, and I can wait.  I can wait.”

After a while I left him.  The attendant tells me that he was quiet until just before dawn, and that then he began to get uneasy, and at length violent, until at last he fell into a paroxysm which exhausted him so that he swooned into a sort of coma.

. . .  Three nights has the same thing happened, violent all day then quiet from moonrise to sunrise.  I wish I could get some clue to the cause.  It would almost seem as if there was some influence which came and went.  Happy thought!  We shall tonight play sane wits against mad ones.  He escaped before without our help.  Tonight he shall escape with it.  We shall give him a chance, and have the men ready to follow in case they are required.

23 August.—­“The expected always happens.”  How well Disraeli knew life.  Our bird when he found the cage open would not fly, so all our subtle arrangements were for nought.  At any rate, we have proved one thing, that the spells of quietness last a reasonable time.  We shall in future be able to ease his bonds for a few hours each day.  I have given orders to the night attendant merely to shut him in the padded room, when once he is quiet, until the hour before sunrise.  The poor soul’s body will enjoy the relief even if his mind cannot appreciate it.  Hark!  The unexpected again!  I am called.  The patient has once more escaped.

Later.—­Another night adventure.  Renfield artfully waited until the attendant was entering the room to inspect.  Then he dashed out past him and flew down the passage.  I sent word for the attendants to follow.  Again he went into the grounds of the deserted house, and we found him in the same place, pressed against the old chapel door.  When he saw me he became furious, and had not the attendants seized him in time, he would have tried to kill me.  As we were holding him a strange thing happened.  He suddenly redoubled his efforts, and then as suddenly grew calm.  I looked round instinctively, but could see nothing.  Then I caught the patient’s eye and followed it, but could trace nothing as it looked into the moonlight sky, except a big bat, which was flapping its silent and ghostly way to the west.  Bats usually wheel about, but this one seemed to go straight on, as if it knew where it was bound for or had some intention of its own.