er You are early tonight my friend The man stammered in reply The English Herr was in a hurry to which the stranger replied That is why I suppose you wished him to go on to Bukovina You cannot deceive me my friend I know too much and my horses are swift As he spoke he smiled and the lamplight fell on a hardlooking mouth with very red lips and sharplooking teeth as white as ivory One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burgers Lenore Denn die Todten reiten schnell For the dead travel fast The strange driver evidently heard the words for he looked up with a gleaming smile The passenger turned his face away at the same time putting out his two fingers and crossing himself Give me the Herrs luggage said the driver and with exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out and put in the calèche Then I descended from the side of the coach as the calèche was close alongside the driver helping me with a hand which caught my arm in a grip of steel his strength must have been prodigious Without a word he shook his reins the horses turned and we swept into the darkness of the Pass As I looked back I saw the steam from the horses of the coach by the light of the lamps and projected against it the figures of my late companions crossing themselves Then the driver cracked his whip and called to his horses and off they swept on their way to Bukovina As they sank into the darkness I felt a strange chill and a lonely
LaterWe have met again We seem at last to be on the track and our work of tomorrow may be the beginning of the end I wonder if Renfields quiet has anything to do with this His moods have so followed the doings of the Count that the coming destruction of the monster may be carried to him in some subtle way If w asked to which he replied I did not look for any specific thing I only hoped to find and find I have all that there wasonly some lette