the Professor bent over the bed, his head almost touching poor Lucy's
breast. Then he gave a quick turn of his head, as of one who listens, and
leaping to his feet, he cried out to me, "It is not yet too late! Quick!
Quick! Bring the brandy!"
I flew downstairs and returned with it, taking care to smell and taste it,
lest it, too, were drugged like the decanter of sherry which I found on the
table.
The maids were still breathing, but more restlessly, and I fancied that the
narcotic was wearing off. I did not stay to make sure, but returned to Van
Helsing. He rubbed the brandy, as on another occasion, on her lips and gums and
on her wrists and the palms of her hands. He said to me, "I can do this,
all that can be at the present. You go wake those maids. Flick them in the face
with a wet towel, and flick them hard. Make them get heat and fire and a warm
bath. This poor soul is nearly as cold as that beside her. She will need be
heated before we can do anything more."
I went at once, and found little difficulty in waking three of the women.
The fourth was only a young girl, and the drug had evidently affected her more
strongly so I lifted her on the sofa and let her sleep.
The others were dazed at first, but as remembrance came back to them they
cried and sobbed in a hysterical manner. I was stern with them, however, and
would not let them talk. I told them that one life was bad enough to lose, and
if they delayed they would sacrifice Miss Lucy. So, sobbing and crying they
went about their way, half clad as they were, and prepared fire and water.
Fortunately, the kitchen and boiler fires were still alive, and there was no
lack of hot water. We got a bath and carried Lucy out as she was and placed her
in it. Whilst we were busy chafing her limbs there was a knock at the hall
door. One of the maids ran off, hurried on some more clothes, and opened it.
Then she returned and whispered to us that there was a gentleman who had come
with a message from Mr. Holmwood. I bade her simply tell him that he must wait,
for we could see no one now. She went away with the message, and, engrossed
with our work, I clean forgot all about him.
I never saw in all my experience the Professor work in such deadly earnest.
I knew, as he knew, that it was a stand-up fight with death, and in a pause
told him so. He answered me in a way that I did not understand, but with the
sternest look that his face could wear.
"If that were all, I would stop here where we are now, and let her fade
away into peace, for I see no light in life over her horizon." He went on
with his work with, if possible, renewed and more frenzied vigour.
Presently we both began to be conscious that the heat was beginning to be of
some effect. Lucy's heart beat a trifle more audibly to the stethoscope, and
her lungs had a perceptible movement. Van Helsing's face almost beamed, and as
we lifted her from the bath and rolled her in a hot sheet to dry her he said to
me, "The first gain is ours! Check to the King!"
We took Lucy into another room, which had by now been prepared, and laid her
in bed and forced a few drops of brandy down her throat. I noticed that Van
Helsing tied a soft silk handkerchief round her throat. She was still
unconscious, and was quite as bad as, if not worse than, we had ever seen her.
Van Helsing called in one of the women, and told her to stay with her and
not to take her eyes off her till we returned, and then beckoned me out of the
room.
"We must consult as to what is to be done," he said as we
descended the stairs. In the hall he opened the dining room door, and we passed
in, he closing the door carefully behind him. The shutters had been opened, but
the blinds were already down, with that obedience to the etiquette of death
which the British woman of the lower classes always rigidly observes. The room
was, therefore, dimly dark. It was, however, light enough for our purposes. Van
Helsing's sternness was somewhat relieved by a look of perplexity. He was evidently
torturing his mind about something, so I waited for an instant, and he spoke.