Mina Harker's Journal
30 October, evening
so tired and worn out and dispirited that there was nothing to be done till they
had some rest, so I asked them all to lie down for half an hour whilst I should
enter everything up to the moment. I feel so grateful to the man who invented
the "Traveller's" typewriter, and to Mr. Morris for getting this one
for me. I should have felt quite astray doing the work if I had to write with
a pen . . .
It is all done. Poor dear, dear Jonathan, what he must have
suffered, what he must be suffering now. He lies on the sofa hardly seeming to
breathe, and his whole body appears in collapse. His brows are knit. His face
is drawn with pain. Poor fellow, maybe he is thinking, and I can see his face
all wrinkled up with the concentration of his thoughts. Oh! if I could only help
at all. I shall do what I can.
I have asked Dr. Van Helsing, and he has
got me all the papers that I have not yet seen. Whilst they are resting, I shall
go over all carefully, and perhaps I may arrive at some conclusion. I shall try
to follow the Professor's example, and think without prejudice on the facts before
me . . .
I do believe that under God's providence I have made a discovery.
I shall get the maps and look over them.
I am more than ever sure that I
am right. My new conclusion is ready, so I shall get our party together and read
it. They can judge it. It is well to be accurate, and every minute is precious.