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1JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL--continued I awoke in my own bed. If it be that I had not dreamt, the Count must have carried
2me here. I tried to satisfy myself on the subject, but could not arrive at any unquestionable result. To be sure, there
3were certain small evidences, such as that my clothes were folded and laid by in a manner which was not my habit. My
4watch was still unwound, and I am rigorously accustomed to wind it the last thing before going to bed, and many such
5details. But these things are no proof, for they may have been evidences that my mind was not as usual, and, from some
6cause or another, I had certainly been much upset. I must watch for proof. Of one thing I am glad: if it was that the
7Count carried me here and undressed me, he must have been hurried in his task, for my pockets are intact. I am sure this
8diary would have been a mystery to him which he would not have brooked. He would have taken or destroyed it. As I look
9round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more
10dreadful than those awful women, who were--who are--waiting to suck my blood. 18 May.--I have been down to look at that
11room again in daylight, for I must know the truth. When I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs I found it closed.
12It had been so forcibly driven against the jamb that part of the woodwork was splintered. I could see that the bolt of
13the lock had not been shot, but the door is fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dream, and must act on this
14surmise. 19 May.--I am surely in the toils. Last night the Count asked me in the suavest tones to write three letters,
15one saying that my work here was nearly done, and that I should start for home within a few days, another that I was
16starting on the next morning from the time of the letter, and the third that I had left the castle and arrived at
17Bistritz. I would fain have rebelled, but felt that in the present state of things it would be madness to quarrel openly
18with the Count whilst I am so absolutely in his power; and to refuse would be to excite his suspicion and to arouse his
19anger. He knows that I know too much, and that I must not live, lest I be dangerous to him; my only chance is to prolong
20my opportunities. Something may occur which will give me a chance to escape. I saw in his eyes something of that
21gathering wrath which was manifest when he hurled that fair woman from him. He explained to me that posts were few and
22uncertain, and that my writing now would ensure ease of mind to my friends; and he assured me with so much
23impressiveness that he would countermand the later letters, which would be held over at Bistritz until due time in case
24chance would admit of my prolonging my stay, that to oppose him would have been to create new suspicion. I therefore
25pretended to fall in with his views, and asked him what dates I should put on the letters. He calculated a minute, and
26then said:-- "The first should be June 12, the second June 19, and the third June 29." I know now the span of my life.
27God help me! 28 May.--There is a chance of escape, or at any rate of being able to send word home. A band of Szgany have
28come to the castle, and are encamped in the courtyard. These Szgany are gipsies; I have notes of them in my book. They
29are peculiar to this part of the world, though allied to the ordinary gipsies all the world over. There are thousands of
30them in Hungary and Transylvania, who are almost outside all law. They attach themselves as a rule to some great noble
31or boyar, and call themselves by his name. They are fearless and without religion, save superstition, and they talk only
32their own varieties of the Romany tongue. I shall write some letters home, and shall try to get them to have them
33posted. I have already spoken them through my window to begin acquaintanceship. They took their hats off and made
34obeisance and many signs, which, however, I could not understand any more than I could their spoken language.... I have
35written the letters. Mina's is in shorthand, and I simply ask Mr. Hawkins to communicate with her. To her I have
36explained my situation, but without the horrors which I may only surmise. It would shock and frighten her to death were
37I to expose my heart to her. Should the letters not carry, then the Count shall not yet know my secret or the extent of
38my knowledge.... I have given the letters; I threw them through the bars of my window with a gold piece, and made what
39signs I could to have them posted. The man who took them pressed them to his heart and bowed, and then put them in his
40cap. I could do no more. I stole back to the study, and began to read. As the Count did not come in, I have written
41here.... The Count has come. He sat down beside me, and said in his smoothest voice as he opened two letters:-- "The
42Szgany has given me these, of which, though I know not whence they come, I shall, of course, take care. See!"--he must
43have looked at it--"one is from you, and to my friend Peter Hawkins; the other"--here he caught sight of the strange
44symbols as he opened the envelope, and the dark look came into his face, and his eyes blazed wickedly--"the other is a
45vile thing, an outrage upon friendship and hospitality! It is not signed. Well! so it cannot matter to us." And he
46calmly held letter and envelope in the flame of the lamp till they were consumed. Then he went on:-- "The letter to
47Hawkins--that I shall, of course, send on, since it is yours. Your letters are sacred to me. Your pardon, my friend,
48that unknowingly I did break the seal. Will you not cover it again?" He held out the letter to me, and with a courteous
49bow handed me a clean envelope. I could only redirect it and hand it to him in silence. When he went out of the room I
50could hear the key turn softly. A minute later I went over and tried it, and the door was locked. When, an hour or two
51after, the Count came quietly into the room, his coming awakened me, for I had gone to sleep on the sofa. He was very
52courteous and very cheery in his manner, and seeing that I had been sleeping, he said:-- "So, my friend, you are tired?
53Get to bed. There is the surest rest. I may not have the pleasure to talk to-night, since there are many labours to me;
54but you will sleep, I pray." I passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair
55has its own calms. 31 May.--This morning when I woke I thought I would provide myself with some paper and envelopes from
56my bag and keep them in my pocket, so that I might write in case I should get an opportunity, but again a surprise,
57again a shock! Every scrap of paper was gone, and with it all my notes, my memoranda, relating to railways and travel,
58my letter of credit, in fact all that might be useful to me were I once outside the castle. I sat and pondered awhile,
59and then some thought occurred to me, and I made search of my portmanteau and in the wardrobe where I had placed my
60clothes. The suit in which I had travelled was gone, and also my overcoat and rug; I could find no trace of them
61anywhere. This looked like some new scheme of villainy....
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