“Go on,” said Harker hoarsely. So he bowed his head and moistening his lips with his tongue, added, “except that the poor fellow is dead.”

Mrs. Harker raised her head, looking from one to the other of us she said solemnly, “God's will be done!”

I could not but feel that Art was keeping back something. But, as I took it that it was with a purpose, I said nothing.

Van Helsing turned to Morris and asked,”And you, friend Quincey, have you any to tell?”

“A little,” he answered. “It may be much eventually, but at present I can't say. I thought it well to know if possible where the Count would go when he left the house. I did not see him, but I saw a bat rise