27 October, Noon.

⁠—Most strange; no news yet of the ship we wait for.

Mrs.

Harker reported last night and this morning as usual: “lapping waves and rushing water,” though she added that “the waves were very faint.” The telegrams from London have been the same: “no further report.” Van Helsing is terribly anxious, and told me just now that he fears the Count is escaping us. He added significantly:⁠—