“I could not see him anywhere in the passage, or in any of our rooms. I looked in the study but, though he had been there, he had gone. He had, however⁠—” He stopped suddenly, looking at the poor drooping figure on the bed. Van Helsing said gravely:⁠—

“Go on, friend Arthur. We want here no more concealments. Our hope now is in knowing all. Tell freely!” So Art went on:⁠—