." He stopped suddenly, looking at the poor drooping figure on the bed.
Van Helsing said gravely, "Go on, friend Arthur.

We want here no more concealments.

Our hope now is in knowing all.

Tell freely!" So Art went on, "He had been there, and though it could only have been for a few seconds, he made rare hay of the place.

All the manuscript had been burned, and the blue flames were flickering amongst the white ashes.