Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
It is the eve of St. George`s Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
