Harker and the Count: Chapter VII

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9 May, 1893.

When I found that I was a prisoner, I sat down quietly — as quietly as I have ever done anything in my life — and began to think over what was 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. Perhaps he would only deceive me if I trusted him fully with the facts. So far as I can see, my…