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1"My opinion is this: that 'ere wolf is a-'idin' of, somewheres. The gard'ner wot didn't remember said he was a-gallopin'
2northward faster than a horse could go; but I don't believe him, for, yer see, sir, wolves don't gallop no more nor dogs
3does, they not bein' built that way. Wolves is fine things in a storybook, and I dessay when they gets in packs and does
4be chivyin' somethin' that's more afeared than they is they can make a devil of a noise and chop it up, whatever it is.
5But, Lor' bless you, in real life a wolf is only a low creature, not half so clever or bold as a good dog; and not half
6a quarter so much fight in 'im. This one ain't been used to fightin' or even to providin' for hisself, and more like
7he's somewhere round the Park a-'idin' an' a-shiverin' of, and, if he thinks at all, wonderin' where he is to get his
8breakfast from; or maybe he's got down some area and is in a coal-cellar. My eye, won't some cook get a rum start when
9she sees his green eyes a-shining at her out of the dark! If he can't get food he's bound to look for it, and mayhap he
10may chance to light on a butcher's shop in time. If he doesn't, and some nursemaid goes a-walkin' orf with a soldier,
11leavin' of the hinfant in the perambulator--well, then I shouldn't be surprised if the census is one babby the less.
12That's all." I was handing him the half-sovereign, when something came bobbing up against the window, and Mr. Bilder's
13face doubled its natural length with surprise. "God bless me!" he said. "If there ain't old Bersicker come back by
14'isself!" He went to the door and opened it; a most unnecessary proceeding it seemed to me. I have always thought that a
15wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us; a personal experience has
16intensified rather than diminished that idea. After all, however, there is nothing like custom, for neither Bilder nor
17his wife thought any more of the wolf than I should of a dog. The animal itself was as peaceful and well-behaved as that
18father of all picture-wolves--Red Riding Hood's quondam friend, whilst moving her confidence in masquerade. The whole
19scene was an unutterable mixture of comedy and pathos. The wicked wolf that for half a day had paralysed London and set
20all the children in the town shivering in their shoes, was there in a sort of penitent mood, and was received and petted
21like a sort of vulpine prodigal son. Old Bilder examined him all over with most tender solicitude, and when he had
22finished with his penitent said:-- "There, I knew the poor old chap would get into some kind of trouble; didn't I say it
23all along? Here's his head all cut and full of broken glass. 'E's been a-gettin' over some bloomin' wall or other. It's
24a shyme that people are allowed to top their walls with broken bottles. This 'ere's what comes of it. Come along,
25Bersicker." He took the wolf and locked him up in a cage, with a piece of meat that satisfied, in quantity at any rate,
26the elementary conditions of the fatted calf, and went off to report. I came off, too, to report the only exclusive
27information that is given to-day regarding the strange escapade at the Zoo. Dr. Seward's Diary. 17 September.--I was
28engaged after dinner in my study posting up my books, which, through press of other work and the many visits to Lucy,
29had fallen sadly into arrear. Suddenly the door was burst open, and in rushed my patient, with his face distorted with
30passion. I was thunderstruck, for such a thing as a patient getting of his own accord into the Superintendent's study is
31almost unknown. Without an instant's pause he made straight at me. He had a dinner-knife in his hand, and, as I saw he
32was dangerous, I tried to keep the table between us. He was too quick and too strong for me, however; for before I could
33get my balance he had struck at me and cut my left wrist rather severely. Before he could strike again, however, I got
34in my right and he was sprawling on his back on the floor. My wrist bled freely, and quite a little pool trickled on to
35the carpet. I saw that my friend was not intent on further effort, and occupied myself binding up my wrist, keeping a
36wary eye on the prostrate figure all the time. When the attendants rushed in, and we turned our attention to him, his
37employment positively sickened me. He was lying on his belly on the floor licking up, like a dog, the blood which had
38fallen from my wounded wrist. He was easily secured, and, to my surprise, went with the attendants quite placidly,
39simply repeating over and over again: "The blood is the life! The blood is the life!" I cannot afford to lose blood just
40at present; I have lost too much of late for my physical good, and then the prolonged strain of Lucy's illness and its
41horrible phases is telling on me. I am over-excited and weary, and I need rest, rest, rest. Happily Van Helsing has not
42summoned me, so I need not forego my sleep; to-night I could not well do without it. Telegram, Van Helsing, Antwerp, to
43Seward, Carfax. (Sent to Carfax, Sussex, as no county given; delivered late by twenty-two hours.) "17 September.--Do not
44fail to be at Hillingham to-night. If not watching all the time frequently, visit and see that flowers are as placed;
45very important; do not fail. Shall be with you as soon as possible after arrival." Dr. Seward's Diary. 18
46September.--Just off for train to London. The arrival of Van Helsing's telegram filled me with dismay. A whole night
47lost, and I know by bitter experience what may happen in a night. Of course it is possible that all may be well, but
48what may have happened? Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that every possible accident should thwart us
49in all we try to do. I shall take this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph.
50Memorandum left by Lucy Westenra. 17 September. Night.--I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any
51chance get into trouble through me. This is an exact record of what took place to-night. I feel I am dying of weakness,
52and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing. I went to bed as usual, taking care that
53the flowers were placed as Dr. Van Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep. I was waked by the flapping at the window,
54which had begun after that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so well. I was
55not afraid, but I did wish that Dr. Seward was in the next room--as Dr. Van Helsing said he would be--so that I might
56have called him. I tried to go to sleep, but could not. Then there came to me the old fear of sleep, and I determined to
57keep awake. Perversely sleep would try to come then when I did not want it; so, as I feared to be alone, I opened my
58door and called out: "Is there anybody there?" There was no answer. I was afraid to wake mother, and so closed my door
59again. Then outside in the shrubbery I heard a sort of howl like a dog's, but more fierce and deeper. I went to the
60window and looked out, but could see nothing, except a big bat, which had evidently been buffeting its wings against the
61window. So I went back to bed again, but determined not to go to sleep. Presently the door opened, and mother looked in;
62seeing by my moving that I was not asleep, came in, and sat by me. She said to me even more sweetly and softly than her
63wont:-- "I was uneasy about you, darling, and came in to see that you were all right."
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