Original Gothic Novel
How good they all are to me. I quite love that dear Dr. Van Helsing. I wonder
why he was so anxious about these flowers. He positively frightened me, he
was so fierce. And yet he must have been right, for I feel comfort from them
already. Somehow, I do not dread being alone to-night, and I can go to sleep
without fear. I shall not mind any flapping outside the window. Oh, the terrible
struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness,
or the pain of the fear of sleep, with such unknown horrors as it has for
me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to
whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet
dreams. Well, here I am to-night, hoping for sleep, and lying like Ophelia
in the play, with "virgin crants and maiden strewments." I never
liked garlic before, but to-night it is delightful! There is peace in its
smell; I feel sleep coming already. Good-night, everybody.
Called at the Berkeley and found Van Helsing, as usual, up to time. The carriage
ordered from the hotel was waiting. The Professor took his bag, which he always
brings with him now.
Let all be put
down exactly. Van Helsing and I arrived at Hillingham at eight o'clock. It
was a lovely morning; the bright sunshine and all the fresh feeling of early
autumn seemed liked the completion of nature's annual work. The leaves were
turning to all kinds of beautiful colours, but had not yet begun to drop from
the trees. When we entered we met Mrs. Westenra coming out of the morning
room. She is always an early riser. She greeted us warmly and said:-
be glad to know that Lucy is better. The dear child is still asleep. I looked
into her room and saw her, but did not go in, lest I should disturb her."
The Professor smiled, and looked quite jubilant. He rubbed his hands together,
"Aha! I thought
I had diagnosed the case. My treatment is working," to which she answered:-
not take all the credit to yourself, doctor Lucy's state this morning is due
in part to me."
"How do you
mean, ma'am?" asked the Professor.
was anxious about the dear child in the night, and went into her room. She
was sleeping soundly- so soundly that even my coming did not wake her. But
the room was awfully stuffy. There were a lot of those horrible, strong-smelling
flowers about everywhere, and she had actually a bunch of them round her neck.
I feared that the heavy odour would be too much for the dear child in her
weak state, so I took them all away and opened a bit of the window to let
in a little fresh air. You will be pleased with her, I am sure."
She moved off
into her boudoir, where she usually breakfasted early. As she had spoken,
I watched the Professor's face, and saw it turn ashen grey. He had been able
to retain his self-command whilst the poor lady was present, for he knew her
state and how mischievous a shock would be; he actually smiled on her as he
held open the door for her to pass into her room. But the instant she had
disappeared he pulled me, suddenly and forcibly, into the dining-room and
closed the door.
Then, for the
first time in my life, I saw Van Helsing break down. He raised his hands over
his head in a sort of mute despair, and then beat his palms together in a
helpless way; finally he sat down on a chair, and putting his hands before
his face, began to sob, with loud, dry sobs that seemed to come from the very
racking of his heart. Then he raised his arms again, as though appealing to
the whole universe. "God! God! God!" he said. "What have we
done, what has this poor thing done, that we are so sore beset? is there fate
amongst us still, sent down form the pagan world of old, that such things
must be, and in such way? This poor mother, all unknowing, and all for the
best as she think, does such thing as lose her daughter body and soul; and
we must not tell her, we must not even warn her, or she die, and then both
die. Oh, how we are beset! How are all the powers of the devils against us!"
Suddenly he jumped to his feet. "Come," he said, "come, we
must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters
not; we fight him all the same." He went to the hall-door for his bag;
and together we went up to Lucy's room.
Once again I drew
up the blind, whilst Van Helsing went towards the bed. This time he did not
start as he looked on the poor face with the same awful, waxen pallor as before.
He wore a look of stern sadness and infinite pity.
"As I expected,"
he murmured, with that hissing inspiration of his which meant so much. Without
a word he went and locked the door, and then began to set out on the little
table the instruments for yet another operation of transfusion of blood. I
had long ago recognised the necessity, and begun to take off my coat, but
he stopped me with a warning hand. "No!" he said. "To-day you
must operate. I shall provide. You are weakened already." As he spoke
he took off his coat and rolled up his shirt-sleeve.
Again the operation;
again the narcotic; again some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the
regular breathing of healthy sleep. This time I watched whilst Van Helsing
recruited himself and rested.
Presently he took
an opportunity of telling Mrs. Westenra that she must not remove anything
from Lucy's room without consulting him; that the flowers were of medicinal
value, and that the breathing of their odour was a part of the system of cure.
Then he took over the care of the case himself, saying that he would watch
this night and the next and would send me word when to come.
hour Lucy waked from her sleep, fresh and bright and seemingly not much the
worse for her terrible ordeal.
What does it all
mean? I am beginning to wonder if my long habit of life amongst the insane
is beginning to tell upon my own brain.
Four days and nights of peace. I am getting so strong again that I hardly
know myself It is as if I had passed through some long nightmare, and had
just awakened to see the beautiful sunshine and feel the fresh air of the
morning around me. I have a dim half-remembrance of long, anxious times of
waiting and fearing; darkness in which there was not even the pain of hope
to make present distress more poignant; and then long spell of oblivion, and
the rising back to life as a diver coming up through a great press of water.
Since, however, Dr. Van Helsing has been with me, all this bad dreaming seems
to have passed away; the noises that used to frighten me out of my wits- the
flapping against the windows, the distant voices which seemed so close to
me, the harsh sounds that came form I know not where and commanded me to do
I know not what- have all ceased. I go to bed now without any fear of sleep.
I do not even try to keep awake. I have grown quite fond of the garlic, and
a boxful arrives for me every day from Haarlem. To-night Dr. Van Helsing is
going away, as he has to be for a day in Amsterdam. But I need not be watched;
I am well enough to be left alone. Thank God for mother's sake, and dear Arthur's,
and for all our friends who have been so kind! I shall not even feel the change,
for last night Dr. Van Helsing slept in his chair a lot of the time. I found
him asleep twice when I awoke; but I did not fear to go to sleep again, although
the boughs or bats or something flapped almost angrily against the window-panes.
Pall Mall Gazette," 18 September.
Adventure Of Our Interviewer.
with the Keeper in the Zoological Gardens.
After many inquiries
and almost as many refusals, and perpetually using the words "Pall Mall
Gazette" as a sort of talisman, I managed to find the keeper of the section
of the Zoological Gardens in which the wolf department is included. Thomas
Bilder lives in one of the cottages in the enclosure behind the elephant-house,
and was just sitting down to his tea when I found him. Thomas and his wife
are hospitable folk, elderly, and without children, and if the specimen I
enjoyed of their hospitality be of the average kind, their lives must be pretty
comfortable. The keeper would not enter on what he called "business"
until the supper was over, and we were all satisfied. Then when the table
was cleared, and he had lit his pipe, he said:-
you can go on and arsk me what you want. You'll excoose me refoosin' to talk
of perfeshunal subjects afore meals. I gives the wolves and the jackals and
the hyenas in all our section their tea afore I begins to arsk them questions."
"How do you
mean, ask them questions?" I queried, wishful to get him into a talkative
of them over the 'ead with a pole is one way; scratchin' of their hears is
another, when gents as is flush wants a bit of a show-orf to their gals. I
don't so much mind the fust- the 'ittin' with a pole afore I chucks in their
dinner; but I waits till they've 'ad their sherry and kawfee, so to speak,
afore I tries on with the ear-scratchin'. Mind you," he added philosophically,
"there's a deal of the same nature in us as in them theer animiles. Here's
you a-comin' and arksin' of me questions about my business, and I that grumpy-like
that only for your bloomin' 'arf-quid I'd 'a' seen you blowed fust 'fore I'd
answer. Not even when you arsked me sarcastic-like if I'd like you to arsk
the Superintendent if you might arsk me questions. Without offense, did I
tell yer to go to 'ell?"
you said you'd report me for usin' of obscene language that was 'ittin' me
over the ead; but the 'arf-quid made that all right. I weren't a-goin' to
fight, so I waited for the food, and did with my 'owl as the wolves, and lions,
and tigers does. But, Lor' love yer 'art, now that the old 'ooman has stuck
a chunk if her tea-cake in me, an' rinsed me out with her bloomin' old teapot,
and I've lit hup, you may scratch my ears for all you're worth, and won't
git even a growl out of me. Drive along with your questions. I know what yer
a-comin' at, that 'ere escaped wolf."
I want you to give me your view of it. Just tell me how it happened; and when
I know the facts I'll get you to say what you consider was the cause of it,
and how you think the whole affair will end."
guv'nor. This 'ere is about the 'ole story. That 'ere wolf what we called
Bersicker was one of three grey ones that come from Norway to Jamrach's, which
we bought off him four year ago. He was a nice well-behaved wolf, that never
gave no trouble to talk of. I'm more surprised at 'im for wantin' to get out
nor any other animile in the place. But, there, you can't trust wolves no
more nor women."
mind him, sir!" broke in Mrs. Tom, with a cherry laugh. "'E's got
mindin' the animiles so long that blest if he ain't like a old wolf 'isself!
But there ain't no 'arm in 'im."
it was about two hours after feedin' yesterday when I first hear my disturbance.
I was makin' up a litter in the
monkey-house for a young puma which is ill; but when I heard the yelpin' and
'owlin' I kem away straight. There was Bersicker a-tearin' like a mad thing
at the bars as if he wanted to get out. There wasn't much people about that
day, and close at hand was only one man, a tall, thin chap, with a 'ook nose
and a pointed beard, with a few white hairs runnin' through it. He had a 'ard,
cold look and red eyes, and I took a sort of mislike to him, for it seemed
as if it was 'im as they was hirritated at. He 'ad white kid gloves on 'is
'ands, and he pointed out the animiles to me and says: 'Keeper, these wolves
seem upset at something.'
you,'says I, for I did not like the airs as he give 'isself. He didn't git
angry, as I 'oped he would, but he smiled a
kind of insolent smile, with a mouth full of white sharp teeth. 'Oh no, they
wouldn't like me,' 'e says.
they would,' says I, a-imitatin' of him. 'They always likes a bone or two
to clean their teeth on about tea-time, which you 'as a bagful.'
was a odd thing, but when the animiles see us a-talkin' they lay down, and
when I went over to Bersicker he let me stroke his ears same as ever. That
there man kem over, and blessed but if he didn't put in his hand and stroke
the old wolfs ears too!
says I. 'Bersicker is quick.'
he says. 'I'm used to 'em!'
in the business yourself?' I says, tyking off my 'at, for a man what trades
in wolves, anceterer, is a good friend to
he, 'not exactly in the business, but I 'ave made pets of several.' And with
that he lifts his 'at as perlite as a lord,
and walks away. Old Bersicker kep' a-lookin' arter' 'im till 'e was out of
sight, and then went and lay down in a corner, and wouldn't come hout the
'ole hevening. Well, larst night, so soon as the moon was hup, the wolves
here all began a-'owling. There warn't nothing for them to 'owl at. There
warn't no one near, except some one that was evidently a-callin' a dog somewheres
out back of the gardings in the Park road. Once or twice I went out to see
that all was right, and it was, and then the 'owling stopped. Just before
twelve o'clock I just took a look round afore turnin' in, an, bust me, but
when I kem opposite to old Bersicker's cage I see the rails broken and twisted
about and the cage empty. And that's all I know for certing."
one else see anything?"
"One of our
gard'ners was a-comin' 'ome about that time from a 'armony, when he sees a
big grey dog comin' out through the garding 'edges. At least, so he says;
but I don't give much for it myself, for if he did 'e never said a word about
it to his missis when 'e got 'ome, and it was only after the escape of the
wolf was made known, and we had been up all night- a-huntin' of the Park for
Bersicker, that he remembered seein' anything. My own belief was that the
'armony 'ad got into his 'ead."
Bilder, can you account in any way for the escape of the wolf?"
he said, with a suspicious sort of modesty, "I think I can; but I don't
know as 'ow you'd be satisfied with the theory."
I shall. If a man like you, who knows the animals from experience, can't hazard
a good guess at any rate, who is even to try?"
sir, I accounts for it this way; it seems to me that 'ere wolf escaped- simply
because he wanted to get out."
From the hearty
way that both Thomas and his wife laughed at the joke I could see that it
had done service before, and that the whole explanation was simply an elaborate
sell. I couldn't cope in badinage with the worthy Thomas, but I thought I
knew a surer way to his heart, so I said:-
Bilder, we'll consider that first half-sovereign worked off, and this brother
of his is waiting to be claimed when you've told me what you think will happen."
sir," he said briskly. "Ye'll excoose me, I know, for a-chaffin'
of ye, but the old woman here winked at me, which was as much as telling me
to go on."
never!" said the old lady.
is this: that 'ere wolf is a-'idin' of, somewheres. The gard'ner wot didn't
remember said he was a-gallopin' northward faster than a horse could go; but
I don't believe him, for, yer see, sir, wolves don't gallop no more nor dogs
does, they not bein' built that way. Wolves is fine things in a story-book,
and I dessay when they gets in packs and does be chivyin' somethin' that's
more afeared than they is they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up,
whatever it is. But, Lor' bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature,
not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half a quarter so much fight
in 'im. This one ain't been used to fightin' or even to providin' for hisself,
and more like he's somewhere round the Park a-'idin' an' a-shiverin' of, and,
if he thinks at all, wonderin' where he is to get his breakfast from; or maybe
he's got down some area and is an a coal-celler. My eye, won't some cook get
a rum start when she sees his green eyes a-shining at her out of the dark!
If he can't get food he's bound to look for it, and mayhap he may chance to
light on a butcher's shop in time. If he doesn't, and some nursemaid goes
a-walkin' orf with a soldier, leavin' of the hinfant in the perambulator-
well then I shouldn't be surprised if the census is one babby the less. That's
I was handing
him the half-sovereign, when something came bobbing up against the window,
and Mr. Bilder's face doubled its natural length with surprise.
me!" he said. "If there ain't old Bersicker come back by 'isself!"
He went to the
door and opened it; a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have
always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle
of pronounced durability is between us; a personal experience has intensified
rather than diminished that idea.
After all, however,
there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor his wife thought any
more of the wolf than I should of a dog. The animal itself was as peaceful
and well-behaved as that father of all picture-wolves- Red Riding Hood's quondam
friend, whilst moving her confidence in masquerade.
The whole scene
was an unutterable mixture of comedy and pathos. The wicked wolf that for
half a day had paralysed London and set all the children in the town shivering
in their shoes, was there in a sort of penitent mood, and was received and
petted like a sort of vulpine prodigal son. Old Bilder examined him all over
with most tender solicitude, and when he had finished with his penitent said:-
knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn't I say it
all along? Here's his head all cut and full of broken glass. 'E's been a-gettin'
over some bloomin' wall or other. It's a shyme that people are allowed to
top their walls with broken bottles. This 'ere's what comes of it. Come along,
He took the wolf
and locked him up in a cage, with a piece of meat that satisfied, in quantity
at any rate, the elementary conditions of the fatted calf, and went off to
I came off, too,
to report the only exclusive information that is given to-day regarding the
strange escapade at the Zoo.
I was engaged after dinner in my study posting up my books, which, through
press of other work and the many visits to Lucy, had fallen sadly into arrear.
Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed my patient, with his face
distorted with passion. I was thunder-struck, for such a thing as a patient
getting of his own accord into the Superintendent's study is almost unknown.
Without an instant's pause he made straight at me. He had a dinner-knife in
his hand, and, as I saw he was dangerous, I tried to keep the table between
us. He was too quick and too strong for me, however; for before I could get
my balance he had struck at me and cut my left wrist rather severely. Before
he could strike again, however, I got in my right, and he was sprawling on
his back on the floor. My wrist bled freely, and quite a little pool trickled
on to the carpet. I saw that my friend was not intent on further effort, and
occupied myself binding up my wrist, keeping a wary eye on the prostrate figure
all the time. When the attendants rushed in, and we turned our attention to
him, his employment positively sickened me. He was lying on his belly on the
floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had fallen from my wounded wrist.
He was easily secured, and, to my surprise, went with the attendants quite
placidly, simply repeating over and over again: "The blood is the life!
the blood is the life!"
I cannot afford
to lose blood just at present: I have lost too much of late for my physical
good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its horrible phases
is telling on me. I am overexcited and weary, and I need rest, rest, rest.
Happily Van Helsing has not summoned me, so I need not forego my sleep; to-night
I could not well do without it.
Van Helsing, Antwerp, to Seward, Carfax.
to Carfax, Sussex, as no county given; delivered late by twenty-two
Do not fail to be at Hillingham to-night. If not watching all the time, frequently
visit and see that flowers are as placed; very important; do not fail. Shall
be with you as soon as possible after arrival."
Just off for train to London. The arrival of Van Helsing's telegram filled
me with dismay. A whole night lost, and I know by bitter experience what may
happen in a night. Of course it is possible that all may be well, but what
may have happened? Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that
every possible accident should thwart us in all we try to do. I shall take
this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph.
left by Lucy Westenra.
September. Night.- I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may
by any chance get into trouble through me. This is an exact record of what
took place tonight. I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength
to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing.
went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as Dr. Van
Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep.
was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after that sleep-walking
on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so well. I
was not afraid, but I did wish that Dr. Seward was in the next room- as Dr.
Van Helsing said he would be- so that I might have called him. I tried to
go to sleep, but could not. Then there came to me the old fear of sleep, and
I determined to keep awake. Perversely sleep would try to come then when I
did not want it; so, as I feared to be alone, I opened my door and called
out:- Is there anybody there?' There was no answer. I was afraid to wake mother,
and so closed my door again. Then outside in the shrubbery I heard a sort
of howl like a dog's, but more fierce and deeper. I went to the window and
looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been
buffeting its wings against the window. So I went back to bed again, but determined
not to go to sleep. Presently the door opened, and mother looked in; seeing
by my moving that I was not asleep, came in, and sat by me. She said to me
even more sweetly and softly than her wont:-
was uneasy about you, darling, and came in to see that you were all right."
feared she might catch cold sitting there, and asked her to come in and sleep
with me, so she came into bed, and lay down beside me; she did not take off
her dressing gown, for she said she would only stay a while and then go back
to her own bed. As she lay there in my arms, and I in hers, the flapping and
buffeting came to the window again. She was startled and a little frightened,
and cried out: "What is that?" I tried to pacify her, and at last
succeeded, and she lay quiet; but I could hear her poor dear heart still beating
terribly. After a while there was the low howl again out in the shrubbery,
and shortly after there was a crash at the window, and a lot of broken glass
was hurled on the floor. The window blind blew back with the wind that rushed
in, and in the aperture of the broken panes there was the head of a great,
gaunt grey wolf. Mother cried out in a fright, and struggled up into a sitting
posture, and clutched wildly at anything that would help her. Amongst other
things, she clutched the wreath of flowers that Dr. Van Helsing insisted on
my wearing round my neck, and tore it away form me. For a second or two she
sat up, pointing at the wolf, and there was a strange and horrible gurgling
in her throat; then she fell over, as if struck with lightning, and her head
hit my forehead and made me dizzy for a moment or two. The room and all round
seemed to spin round. I kept my eyes fixed on the window, but the wolf drew
his head back, and a whole myriad of little specks seemed to come blowing
in through the broken window, and wheeling and circling round like the pillar
of dust that travellers describe when there is a simoom in the desert. I tried
to stir, but there was some spell upon me, and dear mother's poor body, which
seemed to grow cold already- for her dear heart had ceased to beat- weighed
me down; and I remembered no more for a while.
time did not seem long, but very, very awful, till I recovered consciousness
again. Somewhere near, a passing bell was tolling; the dogs all round the
neighborhood were howling; and in our shrubbery, seemingly just outside, a
nightingale was singing. I was dazed and stupid with pain and terror and weakness,
but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother come
back to comfort me. The sounds seemed to have awakened the maids, too, for
I could hear their bare feet pattering outside my door. I called to them,
and they came in, and when they saw what had happened, and what it was that
lay over me on the bed, they screamed out. The wind rushed in through the
broken window, and the door slammed to. They lifted off the body of my dear
mother, and laid her, covered up with a sheet, on the bed after I had got
up. They were all so frightened and nervous that I directed them to go to
the dining-room and have each a glass of wine. The door flew open for an instant
and closed again. The maids shrieked, and then went in a body to the dining-room;
and I laid what flowers I had on my dear mother's breast. When they were there
I remembered what Dr. Van Helsing had told me, but I didn't like to remove
them, and, besides, I would have some of the servants to sit up with me now.
I was surprised that the maids did not come back. I called them, but got no
answer, so I went to the dining-room to look for them.
heart sank when I saw what had happened. They all four lay helpless on the
floor, breathing heavily. The decanter of sherry was on the table half full,
but there was a queer, acrid smell about. I was suspicious, and examined the
decanter. It smelt of laudanum, and looking on the sideboard, I found that
the bottle which mother's doctor uses for her- oh! did use- was empty. What
am I to do? what am I to do? I am back in the room with mother. I cannot leave
her, and I am alone, save for the sleeping servants, whom some one has drugged.
Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the
wolf through the broken window.
air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window,
and the lights burn blue and dim. What am I to do? God shield me from harm
this night! I shall hide this paper in my breast, where they shall find it
when they come to lay me out. My dear mother gone! It is time that I go too.
Good-bye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night. God keep you, dear,
and God help me!
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