And as there had been only three of these Undead phantoms around us in the night, I took it that there were no more of active Undead existent.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest.

Huge it was, and nobly proportioned.

On it was but one word.
DRACULA.
This then was the Undead home of the King Vampire, to whom so many more were due.

Its emptiness spoke eloquent to make certain what I knew.