Dracula's Daughter Page #3

An unnatural loss of blood which

we've been unable to determine.

If we only knew what caused those two

sharp punctures over the jugular vein.

Well, at any rate, a good tramp over

the moors and the smell of the heather...

may help me forget London and

case histories of neurotic ladies.

Aye, but remember: You're not here to

doctor the birds, but to shoot them.

There are a few "birds" in London I'd like

to shoot, and they haven't feathers either.

All right, Jock.

It's my assistant, Janet Blake. I left her in

London with orders to forget where I'd gone.

- Jeffrey!

- Well, what in the name of...

Excuse me.

Well, what do you want? You. Come on. Get in.

You're going back to London. Oh, no. I

have an appointment with several grouse.

You have an appointment

with Scotland Yard.

What for?

I haven't killed anybody.

No, but a friend of yours has...

a man named Von Helsing.

Von Helsing? Professor Von

Helsing? He's in Budapest.

No, he's in London.

He needs help badly.

They tried to reach you here by phone yesterday,

and ended by my planing to Edinburgh...

and driving from there

all night.

I'm in no mood for an argument! Jeffrey,

we've barely time to reach the positions.

Miss Blake, Mr. Graham.

How do you do?

You'll have to forget about me.

Got to dash back to London.

Here, Angus. I knew I had no business buying

it in the first place. Keep it for next year.

Besides, I don't trust myself

with it at the moment.

Forgive his bad manners, Mr.

Graham. Never mind my bad manners!

I'll drop you a line.

Good shooting! Good-bye.

Just because you're a baronet's daughter, you take

liberties an ordinary secretary wouldn't think of.

The ordinary secretary wouldn't have

intelligence enough to think of it.

Well, you're driving.

Go ahead.

You want them to hang the

man before we get there?

I'm a psychiatrist,

Professor, not a lawyer.

I'd do anything in the world

to help you, but what?

You must convince them

of my sanity.

If I do that, they'll

hang you for murder.

You can't murder a man who's

been dead for five centuries.

Talking like that

won't help.

When you were a student under me in Vienna,

Jeffrey, you had a far more open mind.

My mind is just as open

as it ever was, Professor,

but it's a scientific mind, and there's

no place in it for superstitions.

Superstition?

Who can define the boundary between

the superstition of yesterday...

and the scientific fact

of tomorrow?

In the history of your

own profession, psychiatry,

a century before, hypnosis

was looked up as black magic.

Today it is accepted as

commonplace, even used in anesthesia.

What would have happened

to a man a hundred years ago...

who advanced the present-day

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