Chapter 20: Jonathan Harker’s Journal

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌⁠1 October, evening.—I found Thomas Snelling in his house at Bethnal Green, but unhappily he was not in a condition to remember anything. The very prospect of beer which my expected coming had opened to him had proved too much, and he had begun too early on his expected debauch. I learned, however, from his wife, who seemed a decent, poor soul, that he was only the assistant to Smollet, who of the