One night Lucy's mother, who did not understand, took the garlic away and opened the window. In the morning Lucy was dying, and by evening she was dead. Then the newspapers began to write about a beautiful lady in white who met little children on Hampstead Heath at night, and the children came home with small wounds on the throat. Van Helsing took Seward to the tomb. The coffin was empty. They waited among the graves, and towards morning a white figure came along the path carrying a child. It was Lucy, and her eyes were hard and her mouth was red with fresh blood. "She is Un-Dead," said Van Helsing. "She did not die; she was taken. What we do now is not murder. We give her rest." Next day, with a stake and a hammer and a prayer, they set her free, and the face in the coffin became again the sweet, calm face of the girl they had loved.