Dracula by Bram Stoker, read by Mike Bennett. Bannett.

Episode 3.

Chapter 3. Jonathan Harker's Journal continued.

When I found out that I was a prisoner, a sort of wild feeling came over me.

I rushed up and down the stairs trying every door and peering

out of every window I could find. But after a little, the conviction of my helplessness

overpowered all other feelings. When I look back after a few hours, I think I must

have been mad for the time, for I behaved much as a rat does in a trap. When, however, the conviction had come to me that I was helpless,

I sat down quietly, as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life and began to think over what was the best to be done.

I am thinking still, and as yet have come to no definite conclusion, of one thing only am I certain that it is no use making my ideas known to the

count. He knows well that I am imprisoned and as he has done it himself and has doubtless his own motives for it, he would only deceive me if I trusted him fully with the facts.

As far as I can see, my only plan will be to keep my knowledge and my fears to myself and my eyes open.

I am I know either being deceived like a baby by my fears, or else I am in desperate straits, and if the latter be so,

I need and shall need all my brains to get through. I had hardly come to this conclusion when I heard the great door

below shut and knew that the count had returned. He did not come at once into the library, so I went cautiously to my own room and found him making the bed.

This was odd, but only confirmed what I had all along thought, that there were no servants in the house.

When later I saw him through the chink of the hinges of the door laying the table in the dining

room, I was assured of it for if he does himself all these

menial offices surely it is proof that there is no one else to do them this gave me a fright for if there is no one else to do them. This gave me a fright, for if there is no one else in the castle, it

must have been the Count himself who was the driver of the coach that brought me here. This is a terrible thought, for if so, what does it mean that

he could control the wolves as he did by only holding up his hand in silence. How was it that all the people at

Bistritz and on the coach had some terrible fear for me? What meant the

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