“You think then that those so small holes in the children’s throats were made by the same that made the hole in Miss Lucy?” “I suppose so.” He stood up and said solemnly:— “Then you are wrong. Oh, would it were so! but alas! no. It is worse, far, far worse.” “In God’s name, Professor Van Helsing, what do you mean?” I cried. He threw himself with a despairing gesture into a chair, and placed his elbows on the table, covering his face with his hands as he spoke:— “They were made by Miss Lucy!”