Jonathan put his head in his hands and said nothing for the rest of the journey. I was very afraid for him. Was it really true - that this horrible Count Dracula was here in London? When we arrived home, there was a letter from Arthur Holmwood. Lucy was dead! My dearest Lucy, dead! It could not be true! Later we read the letter again. 'Soon after you left,' Arthur wrote, 'Lucy began to get worse. I did not know what to do. I knew only that I must do something quickly, so I asked our old friend, Jack Seward, to come and see her. "He's a doctor," I thought. "Perhaps he can do something to help Lucy. "He came at once, but in the end nobody could help poor Lucy, and she died yesterday.'