That's all.

Get what information you can, and write it to me, care of my bankers in London.
Give me a sheet of paper and I'll put down particulars for you.'" Harker paused at this point and nodded his head at an old bureau which stood in a corner of his room.
"The sheet of paper's there," he said.

"It's got on it, in his writing, a brief memorandum of what he wanted and the address of his bankers.
When he'd given it to me, he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a purse in which I could see he was carrying plenty of money.

He took out some notes.

'Here's five-and-twenty pounds on account, Harker,' he said.
'You might have to spend a bit.