We waited all night. I was cold and afraid, and angry with myself and with Van Helsing. Then, suddenly, something white moved in the trees near the tomb. We went nearer, and we found a little child on the ground, by the tomb. Van Helsing held it out to me, and I looked at its neck. ‘There are no wounds on the child’s neck,’ I said.
‘No,’ Van Helsing replied. ‘We are just in time.’