We don't mean to take any chances!" His look and gesture forbade discussion, so I came back and told Mina.
She sighed and positively a shadow of a smile stole over her poor, pale face as she put her arms round me and said softly, "Oh, thank God for good brave men!" With a sigh she sank back again to sleep.

I write this now as I am not sleepy, though I must try again.
4 October, morning .-- Once again during the night I was wakened by Mina.

This time we had all had a good sleep, for the grey of the coming dawn was making the windows into sharp oblongs, and the gas flame was like a speck rather than a disc of light.
She said to me hurriedly, "Go, call the Professor.

I want to see him at once." "Why ?" I asked.
"I have an idea.

I suppose it must have come in the night, and matured without my knowing it.