DR. SEWARD'S DIARY
Later.--Glad I made the resolution, gladder that I kept to it. I had
lain tossing about, and had heard the clock strike only twice, when the
night watchman came to me, sent up from the ward, to say that Renfield
had escaped. I threw on my clothes and ran down at once. My patient is
too dangerous a person to be roaming about. Those ideas of his might
work out dangerously with strangers.
The attendant was waiting
for me. He said he had seen him not ten minutes before, seemingly
asleep in his bed, when he had looked through the observation trap in
the door. His attention was called by the sound of the window being
wrenched out. He ran back and saw his feet disappear through the
window, and had at once sent up for me. He was only in his night gear,
and cannot be far off.
The attendant thought it would be more
useful to watch where he should go than to follow him, as he might lose
sight of him whilst getting out of the building by the door. He is a
bulky man, and couldn't get through the window.
I am thin, so, with his aid, I got out, but feet foremost, and as we were only a few feet above ground landed unhurt.
The
attendant told me the patient had gone to the left, and had taken a
straight line, so I ran as quickly as I could. As I got through the
belt of trees I saw a white figure scale the high wall which separates
our grounds from those of the deserted house.
I ran back at
once, told the watchman to get three or four men immediately and follow
me into the grounds of Carfax, in case our friend might be dangerous. I
got a ladder myself, and crossing the wall, dropped down on the other
side. I could see Renfield's figure just disappearing behind the angle
of the house, so I ran after him. On the far side of the house I found
him pressed close against the old ironbound oak door of the chapel.
He
was talking, apparently to some one, but I was afraid to go near enough
to hear what he was saying, lest I might frighten him, and he should
run off.
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to
following a naked lunatic, when the fit of escaping is upon him! After
a few minutes, however, I could see that he did not take note of
anything around him, and so ventured to draw nearer to him, the more so
as my men had now crossed the wall and were closing him in. I heard him
say . . .
"I am here to do your bidding, Master. I am your
slave, and you will reward me, for I shall be faithful. I have
worshipped you long and afar off. Now that you are near, I await your
commands, and you will not pass me by, will you, dear Master, in your
distribution of good things?"
He is a selfish old beggar
anyhow. He thinks of the loaves and fishes even when he believes his is
in a real Presence. His manias make a startling combination. When we
closed in on him he fought like a tiger. He is immensely strong, for he
was more like a wild beast than a man.
I never saw a lunatic
in such a paroxysm of rage before, and I hope I shall not again. It is
a mercy that we have found out his strength and his danger in good
time. With strength and determination like his, he might have done wild
work before he was caged.
He is safe now, at any rate. Jack
Sheppard himself couldn't get free from the strait waistcoat that keeps
him restrained, and he's chained to the wall in the padded room.
His
cries are at times awful, but the silences that follow are more deadly
still, for he means murder in every turn and movement.
Just now he spoke coherent words for the first time. "I shall be patient, Master. It is coming, coming, coming!"
So
I took the hint, and came too. I was too excited to sleep, but this
diary has quieted me, and I feel I shall get some sleep tonight.
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