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terrible days before us. Let us not be two, but one, that so we work to a good end. Will you not have faith in me?” I took his hand, and promised him. I held my door open as he went away, and watched him go into his room and close the door. As I stood without moving, I saw one of the maids pass silently along the passage⁠—she had her back towards me, so did not see me⁠—and go into the room where Lucy lay. The sight touched me. Devotion is so rare, and we are so grateful to those who show it unasked to those we love. Here was a poor girl putting aside the terrors which she naturally had of death to go watch alone by the bier of the mistress whom she loved, so that the poor clay might not be lonely till laid to eternal rest.⁠ ⁠… I must have slept long and soundly, for it was broad daylight when Van Helsing waked me by coming into my room. He came over to my bedside and said:⁠— “You need not trouble about the knives; we shall not do it.” “Why not?” I asked. For his solemnity of the night before had greatly impressed me. “Because,” he said sternly, “it is too late⁠—or too early. See!” Here he held up the little golden crucifix. “This was stolen in the night.” “How, stolen,” I asked in wonder, “since you have it now?” “Because I get it back from the worthless wretch who stole it, from the woman who robbed the dead and the living. Her punishment will surely come, but not through me; she knew not altogether what she did and thus unknowing, she only stole. Now we must wait.” He went away on the word, leaving me with a new mystery to think of, a new puzzle to grapple with. The forenoon was a dreary time, but at noon the solicitor came: Mr. Marquand, of Wholeman, Sons, Marquand & Lidderdale. He was very genial and very appreciative of what we had done, and