“All is dark. I hear water swirling by, level with my ears, and the creaking of wood on wood. Cattle low far off. There is another sound, a queer one like⁠—” She stopped and grew white, and whiter still.

“Go on; go on! Speak, I command you!” said Van Helsing in an agonised voice. At the same time there was despair in his eyes, for the risen sun was reddening even

Mrs.

Harker’s pale face. She opened her eyes, and we all started as she said, sweetly and seemingly with the utmost unconcern:⁠—