DR SEWARD'S DIARY
18 September. -- I drove at once to Hillingham and arrived early. Keeping my cab at the gate, I went up the avenue alone. I knocked gently and rang as quietly as possible, for I feared to disturb Lucy or her mother, and hoped to bring only a servant to the door. After a while, finding no response, I knocked and rang again; still no answer. I cursed the laziness of the am that they should lie abed at such an hour -- for it was now ten o'clock -- and so rang and knocked again, but more impatiently, and still without response. Hitherto I had blamed only the but now a terrible fear began to assail me. Was this desolation but link in the chain of doom which seemed drawing tight around us? Was it indeed a house of death to which I had come too late? I knew that minutes, even seconds of delay might mean hours of danger to Lucy, if she had had again one of those frightful relapses; and I went round the house to try if I could to find by chance an entry anywhere.
I could find no means of ingress. Every window and door was fastened and locked, and I returned baffled to the porch. As I did so, I heard the rapid pit-pat of a swiftly driven horse's feet. They stop at the gate, and a few seconds latter I met Van Helsing running up the avenue. When he saw me, he gasped out:
'Then it was you, and just arrived. How is she? Are we too late? Did you not get my telegram?'
I answered as quickly and coherently as I could that I had only got his telegram early in the morning and had not lost a minute in coming here, and that I could not make anyone in the house hear me. He paused and raised his hat as he said solemnly:
'Then I fear we am too late. God's will be done!' With his usual recuperative energy, he went on: 'Come. If there be no way open to get in, we must make one. Time is all in all to us now.'
We went round to the back of the house, where there was a