The Washington times., 1917-12-12
DRACULA,
THE. VAMPIRE
BY BRAN STOKER.

Mr.. Bloxam. who had slept on the re-
mains Of his beer on the previous night
at Corcoran's, had left for his work at
Poplar at 5 o'clock that morning. He
could not tell me where the place Of
work was situated, but he had n vague
idea that It was some kind Of new
tangled ware'us:" and with this slender
clue had to start for Poplar.
1t was l2 o'clock before got any sat
isfactory hint OF such a building. and
this l got at n coffee shop. where some
workmen were having their dinner. One
Of these suggested that there was being
erected at Cross Angel street a new
cold storage" building: and as this
suited the condition Of a ''new-fangled
ware-us." I at once drove to It An in.
teryiew with surly gatekeeper and a
surlier foreman. both of whom were ap-
peased with the coin Of the realm. put
me on the track OF Bloxam; he was sent
for on my suggesting that / was willing
to pay his days wages TO his foreman
for the privilege Of asking him a few
questions on n private matter. He was
a smart enough fellow, though rough Of
speech and bearing. When had prom
ised to pay from his information and
given him an earnest. he told me that he
had made two journeys between Carfax
and a house in Piccadilly, and had taken
from this house to the latter nine great
boxes-"main heavy ones"-with horse
and cart hired by him for this purpose
asked him II he could tell me the num-
Der Of the house in Piccadilly, TO which
he replied:
JONATHAN LEARNS MUCH
ABOUT MOVEMENTS OF COUNT.
We'll. guv'nor. forgits the number.
but 1t was only a few doors from a big
white church. or somethink OF the kind.
not long built 1t was a dusty old 'ouse.
too. though nothin' to the dustiness Of the
'ouse we looked the bloomin' boxes
from"
How did you get into the houses II
they were both empty?"
There was the old party what en-
gagged me a-waitin' in the 'ouse at Pur-
fleet. He 'elped me to life the boxes and
put them in the dray. Curse me, but he
was the strongest chap I ever struck,
an him n old Teller. with a white nous
tachc, one that thin you would think he
couldn't throw a shadder."
How this phrase thrilled through me!
why, e took up is end o the boxes
Hike they was pounds Of tea, and me
a-puffin' an a-blOwin' afore could up
end mine anyhow--an' I'm no chicken,
neither"
How did you get into the house in
Piccadilly?' asked.
He was there. too. He must "a
started on and got there afore me. for
when 1 rung OF the bell he KEN an
opened the door ITSELF an elped me to
carry the boxes into the all"
THE whole nine?" asked.
"Yus: there was five in the first load
an four in the second. 1t was main dry
work, an I don't so well remember 'ow
got 'ome." l interrupted him:
Were the boxes left in the hall?'
"Yus It was n big all. an there was
nothin' else in it." l made one more
attempt TO further matters:
You didn't have any key"
Never used no key nor nOthink. The
old gent. he opened the door ITSELF an
shut It again when I druv off. don't
remember the last time-but that was
the beer"
And you can't remember the number
OF the house.
NO. sir. But ye needn't have no diff
Guilty about that
It's a Ugh 'un with a stone front with
a bow on it. an Ugh steps up to the
door. ! know them steps. 'avin' 'ad
to carry the boxes up with three loaf
ers what come round to earn a cop
per.