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1"This has been a great day's work, friend Jonathan. Doubtless we are on the track of the missing boxes. If we find them
2all in that house, then our work is near the end. But if there be some missing, we must search until we find them. Then
3shall we make our final coup, and hunt the wretch to his real death." We all sat silent awhile and all at once Mr.
4Morris spoke:-- "Say! how are we going to get into that house?" "We got into the other," answered Lord Godalming
5quickly. "But, Art, this is different. We broke house at Carfax, but we had night and a walled park to protect us. It
6will be a mighty different thing to commit burglary in Piccadilly, either by day or night. I confess I don't see how we
7are going to get in unless that agency duck can find us a key of some sort; perhaps we shall know when you get his
8letter in the morning." Lord Godalming's brows contracted, and he stood up and walked about the room. By-and-by he
9stopped and said, turning from one to another of us:-- "Quincey's head is level. This burglary business is getting
10serious; we got off once all right; but we have now a rare job on hand--unless we can find the Count's key basket." As
11nothing could well be done before morning, and as it would be at least advisable to wait till Lord Godalming should hear
12from Mitchell's, we decided not to take any active step before breakfast time. For a good while we sat and smoked,
13discussing the matter in its various lights and bearings; I took the opportunity of bringing this diary right up to the
14moment. I am very sleepy and shall go to bed.... Just a line. Mina sleeps soundly and her breathing is regular. Her
15forehead is puckered up into little wrinkles, as though she thinks even in her sleep. She is still too pale, but does
16not look so haggard as she did this morning. To-morrow will, I hope, mend all this; she will be herself at home in
17Exeter. Oh, but I am sleepy! Dr. Seward's Diary. 1 October.--I am puzzled afresh about Renfield. His moods change so
18rapidly that I find it difficult to keep touch of them, and as they always mean something more than his own well-being,
19they form a more than interesting study. This morning, when I went to see him after his repulse of Van Helsing, his
20manner was that of a man commanding destiny. He was, in fact, commanding destiny--subjectively. He did not really care
21for any of the things of mere earth; he was in the clouds and looked down on all the weaknesses and wants of us poor
22mortals. I thought I would improve the occasion and learn something, so I asked him:-- "What about the flies these
23times?" He smiled on me in quite a superior sort of way--such a smile as would have become the face of Malvolio--as he
24answered me:-- "The fly, my dear sir, has one striking feature; its wings are typical of the aërial powers of the
25psychic faculties. The ancients did well when they typified the soul as a butterfly!" I thought I would push his analogy
26to its utmost logically, so I said quickly:-- "Oh, it is a soul you are after now, is it?" His madness foiled his
27reason, and a puzzled look spread over his face as, shaking his head with a decision which I had but seldom seen in him,
28he said:-- "Oh, no, oh no! I want no souls. Life is all I want." Here he brightened up; "I am pretty indifferent about
29it at present. Life is all right; I have all I want. You must get a new patient, doctor, if you wish to study zoöphagy!"
30This puzzled me a little, so I drew him on:-- "Then you command life; you are a god, I suppose?" He smiled with an
31ineffably benign superiority. "Oh no! Far be it from me to arrogate to myself the attributes of the Deity. I am not even
32concerned in His especially spiritual doings. If I may state my intellectual position I am, so far as concerns things
33purely terrestrial, somewhat in the position which Enoch occupied spiritually!" This was a poser to me. I could not at
34the moment recall Enoch's appositeness; so I had to ask a simple question, though I felt that by so doing I was lowering
35myself in the eyes of the lunatic:-- "And why with Enoch?" "Because he walked with God." I could not see the analogy,
36but did not like to admit it; so I harked back to what he had denied:-- "So you don't care about life and you don't want
37souls. Why not?" I put my question quickly and somewhat sternly, on purpose to disconcert him. The effort succeeded; for
38an instant he unconsciously relapsed into his old servile manner, bent low before me, and actually fawned upon me as he
39replied:-- "I don't want any souls, indeed, indeed! I don't. I couldn't use them if I had them; they would be no manner
40of use to me. I couldn't eat them or----" He suddenly stopped and the old cunning look spread over his face, like a
41wind-sweep on the surface of the water. "And doctor, as to life, what is it after all? When you've got all you require,
42and you know that you will never want, that is all. I have friends--good friends--like you, Dr. Seward"; this was said
43with a leer of inexpressible cunning. "I know that I shall never lack the means of life!" I think that through the
44cloudiness of his insanity he saw some antagonism in me, for he at once fell back on the last refuge of such as he--a
45dogged silence. After a short time I saw that for the present it was useless to speak to him. He was sulky, and so I
46came away. Later in the day he sent for me. Ordinarily I would not have come without special reason, but just at present
47I am so interested in him that I would gladly make an effort. Besides, I am glad to have anything to help to pass the
48time. Harker is out, following up clues; and so are Lord Godalming and Quincey. Van Helsing sits in my study poring over
49the record prepared by the Harkers; he seems to think that by accurate knowledge of all details he will light upon some
50clue. He does not wish to be disturbed in the work, without cause. I would have taken him with me to see the patient,
51only I thought that after his last repulse he might not care to go again. There was also another reason: Renfield might
52not speak so freely before a third person as when he and I were alone. I found him sitting out in the middle of the
53floor on his stool, a pose which is generally indicative of some mental energy on his part. When I came in, he said at
54once, as though the question had been waiting on his lips:-- "What about souls?" It was evident then that my surmise had
55been correct. Unconscious cerebration was doing its work, even with the lunatic. I determined to have the matter out.
56"What about them yourself?" I asked. He did not reply for a moment but looked all round him, and up and down, as though
57he expected to find some inspiration for an answer. "I don't want any souls!" he said in a feeble, apologetic way. The
58matter seemed preying on his mind, and so I determined to use it--to "be cruel only to be kind." So I said:-- "You like
59life, and you want life?" "Oh yes! but that is all right; you needn't worry about that!" "But," I asked, "how are we to
60get the life without getting the soul also?" This seemed to puzzle him, so I followed it up:--
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