In the moment when Madam Mina said those words that arrest both our understanding, an inspiration came to me.

In the trance of three days ago the Count sent her his spirit to read her mind.

Or more like he took her to see him in his earth box in the ship with water rushing, just as it go free at rise and set of sun.

He learn then that we are here, for she have more to tell in her open life with eyes to see ears to hear than he, shut as he is, in his coffin box.

Now he make his most effort to escape us.