pain and your devotion to that dear Madam Mina. Think you, how her
pain would be doubled, did she but hear your wild words. Do not
fear any of us, we are all devoted to this cause, and today shall
see the end. The time is coming for action. Today this Vampire is
limit to the powers of man, and till sunset he may not change. It
will take him time to arrive here, see it is twenty minutes past
one, and there are yet some times before he can hither come, be he
never so quick. What we must hope for is that my Lord Arthur and
Quincey arrive first."
About half an hour after we had received Mrs. Harker's telegram,
there came a quiet, resolute knock at the hall door. It was just an
ordinary knock, such as is given hourly by thousands of gentlemen,
but it made the Professor's heart and mine beat loudly. We looked
at each other, and together moved out into the hall. We each held
ready to use our various armaments, the spiritual in the left hand,
the mortal in the right. Van Helsing pulled back the latch, and
holding the door half open, stood back, having both hands ready for
action. The gladness of our hearts must have shown upon our faces
when on the step, close to the door, we saw Lord Godalming and
Quincey Morris. They came quickly in and closed the door behind
them, the former saying, as they moved along the hall.
"It is all right. We found both places. Six boxes in each and we
destroyed them all."
"Destroyed?" asked the Professor.
"For him!" We were silent for a minute, and then Quincey said,
"There's nothing to do but to wait here. If, however, he doesn't
turn up by five o'clock, we must start off. For it won't do to
leave Mrs. Harker alone after sunset."
"He will be here before long now,' said Van Helsing, who had
been consulting his pocketbook. "Nota bene, in Madam's telegram he
went south from Carfax. That means he went to cross the river, and
he could only do so at slack of tide, which should be something
before one o'clock. That he went south has a meaning for us. He isbefore one o'clock. That he went south has a meaning for us. He is
as yet only suspicious, and he went from Carfax first to the place
where he would suspect interference least. You must have been at
Bermondsey only a short time before him. That he is not here
already shows that he went to Mile End next. This took him some
time, for he would then have to be carried over the river in some
way. Believe me, my friends, we shall not have long to wait now. We
should have ready some plan of attack, so that we may throw away no
chance. Hush, there is no time now. Have all your arms! Be ready!"
He held up a warning hand as he spoke, for we all could hear a key
softly inserted in the lock of the hall door.
I could not but admire, even at such a moment, the way in which
a dominant spirit asserted itself. In all our hunting parties and
adventures in different parts of the world, Quincey Morris had
always been the one to arrange the plan of action, and Arthur and I
had been accustomed to obey him implicitly. Now, the old habit
seemed to be renewed instinctively. With a swift glance around the
room, he at once laid out our plan of attack, and without speaking
a word, with a gesture, placed us each in position. Van Helsing,
Harker, and I were just behind the door, so that when it was opened
the Professor could guard it whilst we two stepped between the
incomer and the door. Godalming behind and Quincey in front stood
just out of sight ready to move in front of the window. We waited
in a suspense that made the seconds pass with nightmare slowness.
The slow, careful steps came along the hall. The Count was
evidently prepared for some surprise, at least he feared it.
Suddenly with a single bound he leaped into the room. Winning a
way past us before any of us could raise a hand to stay him. There
was something so pantherlike in the movement, something so unhuman,
that it seemed to sober us all from the shock of his coming. The
first to act was Harker, who with a quick movement, threw himselffirst to act was Harker, who with a quick movement, threw himself
before the door leading into the room in the front of the house. As
the Count saw us, a horrible sort of snarl passed over his face,
showing the eyeteeth long and pointed. But the evil smile as
quickly passed into a cold stare of lion-like disdain. His
expression again changed as, with a single impulse, we all advanced
upon him. It was a pity that we had not some better organized plan
of attack, for even at the moment I wondered what we were to do. I
did not myself know whether our lethal weapons would avail us
anything.
Harker evidently meant to try the matter, for he had ready his
great Kukri knife and made a fierce and sudden cut at him. The blow
was a powerful one. Only the diabolical quickness of the Count's
leap back saved him. A second less and the trenchant blade had
shorn through his coat, making a wide gap whence a bundle of bank
notes and a stream of gold fell out. The expression of the Count's
face was so hellish, that for a moment I feared for Harker, though
I saw him throw the terrible knife aloft again for another stroke.
Instinctively I moved forward with a protective impulse, holding
the Crucifix and Wafer in my left hand. I felt a mighty power fly
along my arm, and it was without surprise that I saw the monster
cower back before a similar movement made spontaneously by each one
of us. It would be impossible to describe the expression of hate
and baffled malignity, of anger and hellish rage, which came over
the Count's face. His waxen hue became greenish-yellow by the
contrast of his burning eyes, and the red scar on the forehead
showed on the pallid skin like a palpitating wound. The next
instant, with a sinuous dive he swept under Harker's arm, ere his
blow could fall, and grasping a handful of the money from the
floor, dashed across the room, threw himself at the window. Amid
the crash and glitter of the falling glass, he tumbled into the
flagged area below. Through the sound of the shivering glass I