Memorandum Left by Lucy Westenra.

17 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.

I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as

Dr.

Van Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep.