Found him up and humming a tune.

He was spreading out his sugar, which he had saved, in the window, and was manifestly beginning his fly catching again, and beginning it cheerfully and with a good grace.
I looked around for his birds, and not seeing them, asked him where they were.

He replied, without turning round, that they had all flown away.

There were a few feathers about the room and on his pillow a drop of blood.

I said nothing, but went and told the keeper to report to me if there were anything odd about him during the day.
11 am .-- The attendant has just been to see me to say that Renfield has been very sick and has disgorged a whole lot of feathers.