[sending a message to Van Helsing over the phone]

Mina has died. No, not lied... died! Telegraph or come at once. Your dear friend on this saddest of occasions, Jack Seward. [hangs up the phone] Yes, I do hope the professor gets it. That poor, poor man.

Poor Mina.

Do you think it was her heart?

Or that pain in her head last light?

I don't know. It's been so long since I've practiced real medicine.

Well, what do you think killed her?

Killed her? That's an odd word. Yet, there was no sign of disease.

What about those marks on her neck?

Marks on her neck? Perhaps she injured herself from fastening her shawl.

Oh, father, don't be absurd! You saw those wounds!