There was a red cloud before me, and a noise like thunder, and the mist seemed to steal away under the door." His voice was becoming fainter and his breath more stertorous.

Van Helsing stood up instinctively.
"We know the worst now," he said.

"He is here, and we know his purpose.

It may not be too late.

Let us be armed, the same as we were the other night, but lose no time, there is not an instant to spare." There was no need to put our fear, nay our conviction, into words, we shared them in common.