‘Come! We must find Lucy. If we are not too late!’
We ran up to Lucy’s room, and stopped outside it. With white faces and shaking hands, we opened the door softly and went into the room.
How can I describe what we saw? The bodies of two women – Lucy and her mother – lay on the bed. The faces of both women were white, and on the mother’s face there was a look of terrible fear. In her hand she held the flowers from Lucy’s neck, and on the floor there was glass from the broken window.
Van Helsing looked down at the two women. ‘The poor mother is dead,’ he said. ‘But for Lucy is not too late! Go and wake the servants!’
I ran downstairs to wake them. ‘Put her in a hot bath,’ Van Helsing said.