Last night, at a little before ten o'clock,
Arthur and Quincey came into Van Helsing's room. He told us all what he wanted
us to do, but especially addressing himself to Arthur, as if all our wills were
centred in his. He began by saying that he hoped we would all come with him too,
"for," he said, "there is a grave duty to be done there. You were
doubtless surprised at my letter?" This query was directly addressed to Lord
"I was. It rather upset me for a bit. There has been so
much trouble around my house of late that I could do without any more. I have
been curious, too, as to what you mean.
"Quincey and I talked it over,
but the more we talked, the more puzzled we got, till now I can say for myself
that I'm about up a tree as to any meaning about anything."
too," said Quincey Morris laconically.
"Oh," said the Professor,
"then you are nearer the beginning, both of you, than friend John here, who
has to go a long way back before he can even get so far as to begin."
was evident that he recognized my return to my old doubting frame of mind without
my saying a word. Then, turning to the other two, he said with intense gravity,
want your permission to do what I think good this night. It is, I know, much to
ask, and when you know what it is I propose to do you will know, and only then
how much. Therefore may I ask that you promise me in the dark, so that afterwards,
though you may be angry with me for a time, I must not disguise from myself the
possibility that such may be, you shall not blame yourselves for anything."
frank anyhow," broke in Quincey. "I'll answer for the Professor. I don't
quite see his drift, but I swear he's honest, and that's good enough for me."
thank you, Sir," said Van Helsing proudly. "I have done myself the honour
of counting you one trusting friend, and such endorsement is dear to me."
He held out a hand, which Quincey took.
Then Arthur spoke out, "Dr.
Van Helsing, I don't quite like to 'buy a pig in a poke', as they say in Scotland,
and if it be anything in which my honour as a gentleman or my faith as a Christian
is concerned, I cannot make such a promise. If you can assure me that what you
intend does not violate either of these two, then I give my consent at once, though
for the life of me, I cannot understand what you are driving at."
accept your limitation," said Van Helsing, "and all I ask of you is
that if you feel it necessary to condemn any act of mine, you will first consider
it well and be satisfied that it does not violate your reservations."
said Arthur. "That is only fair. And now that the pourparlers are over, may
I ask what it is we are to do?"
"I want you to come with me, and
to come in secret, to the churchyard at Kingstead."
Arthur's face fell
as he said in an amazed sort of way,
"Where poor Lucy is buried?"
Arthur went on, "And when there?"
enter the tomb!"
Arthur stood up. "Professor, are you in earnest,
or is it some monstrous joke? Pardon me, I see that you are in earnest."
He sat down again, but I could see that he sat firmly and proudly, as one who
is on his dignity. There was silence until he asked again, "And when in the
"To open the coffin."
"This is too much!"
he said, angrily rising again. "I am willing to be patient in all things
that are reasonable, but in this, this desecration of the grave, of one who .
. ." He fairly choked with indignation.
The Professor looked pityingly
at him. "If I could spare you one pang, my poor friend," he said, "God
knows I would. But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and
for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!"
up with set white face and said, "Take care, sir, take care!"
it not be well to hear what I have to say?" said Van Helsing. "And then
you will at least know the limit of my purpose. Shall I go on?"
fair enough," broke in Morris.
After a pause Van Helsing went on, evidently
with an effort, "Miss Lucy is dead, is it not so? Yes! Then there can be
no wrong to her. But if she be not dead . . ."
Arthur jumped to his
feet, "Good God!" he cried. "What do you mean? Has there been any
mistake, has she been buried alive?" He groaned in anguish that not even
hope could soften.
"I did not say she was alive, my child. I did not
think it. I go no further than to say that she might be UnDead."
Not alive! What do you mean? Is this all a nightmare, or what is it?"
are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only
in part. Believe me, we are now on the verge of one. But I have not done. May
I cut off the head of dead Miss Lucy?"
"Heavens and earth, no!"
cried Arthur in a storm of passion. "Not for the wide world will I consent
to any mutilation of her dead body. Dr. Van Helsing, you try me too far. What
have I done to you that you should torture me so? What did that poor, sweet girl
do that you should want to cast such dishonour on her grave? Are you mad, that
you speak of such things, or am I mad to listen to them? Don't dare think more
of such a desecration. I shall not give my consent to anything you do. I have
a duty to do in protecting her grave from outrage, and by God, I shall do it!"
Helsing rose up from where he had all the time been seated, and said, gravely
and sternly, "My Lord Godalming, I too, have a duty to do, a duty to others,
a duty to you, a duty to the dead, and by God, I shall do it! All I ask you now
is that you come with me, that you look and listen, and if when later I make the
same request you do not be more eager for its fulfillment even than I am, then,
I shall do my duty, whatever it may seem to me. And then, to follow your Lordship's
wishes I shall hold myself at your disposal to render an account to you, when
and where you will." His voice broke a little, and he went on with a voice
full of pity.
"But I beseech you, do not go forth in anger with me.
In a long life of acts which were often not pleasant to do, and which sometimes
did wring my heart, I have never had so heavy a task as now. Believe me that if
the time comes for you to change your mind towards me, one look from you will
wipe away all this so sad hour, for I would do what a man can to save you from
sorrow. Just think. For why should I give myself so much labor and so much of
sorrow? I have come here from my own land to do what I can of good, at the first
to please my friend John, and then to help a sweet young lady, whom too, I come
to love. For her, I am ashamed to say so much, but I say it in kindness, I gave
what you gave, the blood of my veins. I gave it, I who was not, like you, her
lover, but only her physician and her friend. I gave her my nights and days, before
death, after death, and if my death can do her good even now, when she is the
dead UnDead, she shall have it freely." He said this with a very grave, sweet
pride, and Arthur was much affected by it.
He took the old man's hand and
said in a broken voice, "Oh, it is hard to think of it, and I cannot understand,
but at least I shall go with you and wait."