A sequence of late telegrams traces a railway path no living courier could have completed before dawn.
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Three telegrams arrive in London before dawn, each sent from a different station too far apart for any human courier to have reached in the time stated. The messages are practical, clipped, and all concern the forwarding of boxes under assumed names. Mina Harker notices that the timing forms not a route of travel, but a route of preparation. Van Helsing sees predation; the stationmasters insist on error; and the city itself becomes a timetable of dread. The problem is not only who sent the messages, but who arranged for ordinary systems to help without realizing what they were serving.
