Before I could get up to him, the patient rushed at them, and pulling one of them off the cart, began to knock his head against the ground. If I had not seized him just at the moment, I believe he would have killed the man there and then.
The other fellow jumped down and struck him over the head with the butt end of his heavy whip. It was a horrible blow, but he did not seem to mind it, but seized him also, and struggled with the three of us, pulling us to and fro as if we were kittens.
You know I am no lightweight, and the others were both burly men.
At first he was silent in his fighting, but as we began to master him, and the attendants were putting a strait waistcoat on him, he began to shout, `I'll frustrate them! They shan't rob me!
They shan't murder me by inches! I'll fight for my Lord and Master!'and all sorts of similar incoherent ravings.
It was with very considerable difficulty that they got him back to the house and put him in the padded room.
One of the attendants, Hardy, had a finger broken.
However, I set it all right, and he is going on well.
"The two carriers were at first loud in their threats of actions for damages, and promised to rain all the penalties of the law on us.
Their threats were, however, mingled with some sort of indirect apology for the defeat of the two of them by a feeble madman.
They said that if it had not been for the way their strength had been spent in carrying and raising the heavy boxes to the cart they would have made short work of him.
They gave as another reason for their defeat the extraordinary state of drouth to which they had been reduced by the dusty nature of their occupation and the reprehensible distance from the scene of their labors of any place of public entertainment.
I quite understood their drift, and after a stiff glass of strong grog, or rather more of the same, and with each a sovereign in hand, they made light of the attack, and swore that they would encounter a worse madman any day for the pleasure of meeting so `bloomin' good a bloke' as your correspondent.
I took their names and addresses, in case they might be needed.
They are as follows: Jack Smollet, of Dudding's Rents, King George's Road, Great Walworth, and Thomas Snelling, Peter Farley's Row, Guide Court, Bethnal Green. They are both in the employment of Harris & Sons, Moving and Shipment Company, Orange Master's Yard, Soho.
"I shall report to you any matter of interest occurring here, and shall wire you at once if there is anything of importance.
"Believe me, dear Sir, "Yours faithfully, "Patrick Hennessey."
LETTER, MINA HARKER TO LUCY WESTENRA (Unopened by her)
18 September "My dearest Lucy, "Such a sad blow has befallen us. Mr. Hawkins has died very suddenly.
Some may not think it so sad for us, but we had both come to so love him that it really seems as though we had lost a father.
I never knew either father or mother, so that the dear old man's death is a real blow to me. Jonathan is greatly distressed.
It is not only that he feels sorrow, deep sorrow, for the dear, good man who has befriended him all his life, and now at the end has treated him like his own son and left him a fortune which to people of our modest bringing up is wealth beyond the dream of avarice, but Jonathan feels it on another account.
He says the amount of responsibility which it puts upon him makes him nervous. He begins to doubt himself. I try to cheer him up, and my belief in him helps him to have a belief in himself.
But it is here that the grave shock that he experienced tells upon him the most. Oh, it is too hard that a sweet, simple, noble, strong nature such as his, a nature which enabled him by our dear, good friend's aid to rise from clerk to master in a few years, should be so injured that the very essence of its strength is gone.
Forgive me, dear, if I worry you with my troubles in the midst of your own happiness, but Lucy dear, I must tell someone, for the strain of keeping up a brave and cheerful appearance to Jonathan tries me, and I have no one here that I can confide in. I dread coming up to London, as we must do that day after tomorrow, for poor Mr. Hawkins left in his will that he was to be buried in the grave with his father.
As there are no relations at all, Jonathan will have to be chief mourner.
I shall try to run over to see you, dearest, if only for a few minutes.
Forgive me for troubling you. With all blessings, "Your loving Mina Harker"
DR. SEWARD' DIARY
20 September.--Only resolution and habit can let me make an entry tonight.
I am too miserable, too low spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, that I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.
And he has been flapping those grim wings to some purpose of late, Lucy's mother and Arthur's father, and now. . . Let me get on with my work.
I duly relieved Van Helsing in his watch over Lucy.
We wanted Arthur to go to rest also, but he refused at first.
It was only when I told him that we should want him to help us during the day, and that we must not all break down for want of rest, lest Lucy should suffer, that he agreed to go.
Van Helsing was very kind to him. "Come, my child," he said.
"Come with me. You are sick and weak, and have had much sorrow and much mental pain, as well as that tax on your strength that we know of.
You must not be alone, for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms.
Come to the drawing room, where there is a big fire, and there are two sofas.
You shall lie on one, and I on the other, and our sympathy will be comfort to each other, even though we do not speak, and even if we sleep."
Arthur went off with him, casting back a longing look on Lucy's face, which lay in her pillow, almost whiter than the lawn.
She lay quite still, and I looked around the room to see that all was as it should be. I could see that the Professor had carried out in this room, as in the other, his purpose of using the garlic.
The whole of the window sashes reeked with it, and round Lucy's neck, over the silk handkerchief which Van Helsing made her keep on, was a rough chaplet of the same odorous flowers.
