"So will we get nothing tonight?" said one of them. She laughed softly and pointed to the bag which Dracula had thrown upon the floor. The bag was moving as though there were something alive inside it. To answer her the count nodded his head. One of the women jumped forward and opened the bag. I was sure that I heard a gasp and a low cry, as if a child was trying hard to breathe. The women stood looking into the bag. I was so horrified that I could hardly think. As I looked at them, the women disappeared, and the dreadful bag vanished with them.

There was no door near where they were, and they I would have seen if they passed me. They simply seemed to fade into the moonlight and through the window. I could see their dark shadows outside for a moment before they faded away completely. Then the horror became too much for me, and I remember nothing more.

I awoke in my own bed. If I did not dream the whole thing, then the Count must have carried me to my room. I tried to check whether it had been a dream, but I could not be absolutely sure. Certainly, there were certain small bits of evidence. For example my clothes were folded and put away differently from the way I usually did it. My watch was still unwound, and it is always my habit to wind it up the last thing before going to bed. There were many other such details. But these arenot proof, for they may simply prove that my mind was not as usual. Certainly I have been very upset recently. I must watch for proof.