'She's gone,' said Van Helsing, and Arthur put his head in his hands and cried.
Later, I went back into Lucy's room, and Van Helsing and I looked down together at her beautiful face. 'Poor girl,' I said. 'It is the end.'
'No,' he replied. 'This is only the beginning.'
Some day later there were strange stories in the newspaper, stories about young children who went out at night and did not go home until the next morning. And when they did go home, they talked about a 'beautiful lady'. All there children had drops of blood and two little wound on their necks.
Van Helsing read these stories, and he brought the paper round to me. 'What do you think of that?' he asked.
'I don't know,' I said. 'These two little wounds sound like poor Lucy's wounds, but how can that be?'
Then Van Helsing explained. At first I could not believe it, and we talked a long time. At last I said. 'Ars you saying that poor Lucy was killed by a vampire, and that now the vampire is taking blood from these chidren too?'
'No,' Van Helsing replied. 'You haven't understood. The vampire which is taking blood from these children is . . . Lucy heself.'
I was very angry. 'Thet's not true!' I cried.