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Jasper?

This might interest you. It's from Brazil.

Yours, Roger King.

His eyes

blazed with a sort of demonic fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

I drew away, and his hand touched the string of beads which held the crucifix.

It made an instant... Felix.

Where did you get those?

I mailed away for them. From my occult magazine.

Scared you, didn't I?

before. There's nothing to be afraid of in here.

Oh, I've ruined your experiment.

I'm sorry.

I'm just frightened of that.

Oh, Jasper, you've been bitten.

I must cut myself on the case door.

Oh, I'll get you abandoned.

No, it means nothing. It's barely punctured the skin.

Jasper, I wish I could be more help in your work.

You best be getting back inside.

I'll tidy up in here.

Make sure everything's a constant 38 degrees.

Gotta settle my bags.

Oh, heaven's sake.

A ringing tea kettle. What will that man think of next?

Oh, Olivia, what do you think of a lace valance?

I don't think so.

Jasper's tastes are very simple.

Very like the man.

Where is Uncle Jasper?

Well, he's still asleep.

He was up until dawn with his bat.

Bat? Yes, he was very excited about his new vampire spectrum, whatever that may

be. Vampire? And then one of his bats...

Kate, my fault, I'm afraid. I noticed the workshop windows were all boarded

Bats are creatures of the night.

Jasper's not looking himself working in the dark all the time.

Um, has Jasper ever been to, um, Transylvania?

No.

Can't say that I have.

Morning, ladies. Jasper, good afternoon.

Do you know that there's blood on your neck?

I must have nicked myself, she.

That's the second time in less than 12 hours.

He cut himself yesterday, and I was convinced he'd been bitten by a bat.

What are those red marks on your throat? Oh, Felix, please.

Jasper, you must be putting too much starch in your collars.

Everything you do is...

That's in his belfry.

Well, he obviously adores Olivia.

Anyone can see that.

True.

I always knew there was something strange about Jasper. What do you mean?

He's a vampire.

Felix, he's an eccentric scientist.

He's got the blood on his neck.

He spends all his nights alone with bats.

You don't really think that vampires exist, do you? You heard Aunt Olivia. He

has a vampire bat in his workshop.

What about Vlad the Impaler? The first Dracula?

He was real hundreds of years ago.

Who knows how many of them there are now?

Where there's one, there's others.

This might require some close study.

We'll need lots of information on bats and vampires.

I've got all the information I need right here.

How do you think Mr.

Stoker knew so much about vampires?

This whole book is made up from letters and people's diaries. It's all true,

every word.

Sarah!

Sarah Stanley, are you reading in bed again?

Come on, hand over the book.

I'm sorry, Aunt Teddy.

When I was young, of course.

I'll take it with me, just to spare you the temptation.

Now, off with the lamp and go to sleep. There's a good girl.

Yes, Aunt Hattie.

Jasper, wait still. I'm almost done.

Don't know why tradition dictates that men wear collars at all.

Impedes circulation to the brain.

Well, this one will be a lot more comfortable.

I didn't put as much starch in it.

Have I ever told you, Mrs. Dale, that you have delectable digits?

No, I don't believe you have.

Tasty wrist.

Scrumptious forearms.

Mr. Dale, I have to prepare supper.

Not before I taste those tantalizing...

Oh,

my God.

Oh,

I'd almost forgotten.

Sidney Carver. I have to meet his coach.

Half past three.

Who? Yeah, it's a...

Journal of the Royal Society of Naturalists.

He's taken a keen interest in my work.

He wants to publish an article on my research on bats of Prince Edward

Oh, I'm sorry. I should have told you.

All right, don't be long.

So what did you find out?

Well, Dr. Blair has no reports on strange animal bites.

And he doesn't think Jasper's in more peculiar than usual.

What did you find out?

Reverend Fitzsimmons thinks I have an overactive imagination.

Though he did seem to know a great deal about vampires.

Must have learned it in the Vanity School.

Oh, and, Harry, if you see Jasper Dale, you could tell him that his moths are

here. Moths?

A hundred pounds of them. He said they're for his bath.

His bath?

What on earth will that man get up to next?

So happens, Rachel Lynn, that Jasper Dale's engaged in some highly important

research. He's batty, that's what.

Dr.

Carver's on the maritime tour.

I'm very honored to see that he's taken an interest in my work.

I just wish the house were more presentable. Oh, he's staying at the

Hotel. Oh.

I've asked him to do...

Ah,

Mr. Carver.

Very nice to meet you.

Let me take my bag.

Excuse me.

Are you Mr. Dale?

Jasper C. Dale?

Sidney. Sidney. Sidney Carver.

So pleased to meet you.

Yes. Yes.

Yes,

yes.

Yes, Sidney Carver.

See what I tell you? When there's one vampire, there's others.

Wonderful.

Quite wonderful.

Your husband is a very ingenious man.

You must be very proud.

Oh, I am.

Are you married, Miss Carver?

Sidney. Call me Sidney.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I'm married to science.

Oh, I see. My father was the late Dr.

Isaac Carver, recently honored by the Royal Zoological Society.

He raised me as a son to follow in his footsteps.

Ah, Gallus domesticus.

Oh, no, it's just a plain chicken.

Exactly.

I first fell in love with Chiroptera when I was 15 years old.

Chiroptera?

Bats, Olivia.

I discovered an orphan who'd fallen out of his roost. I named him Basil and fed

him on live crickets.

I've had great success with moths.

They can't seem to get enough of them.

I was fascinated by your abstract on corruptor and navigation.

As I wrote to you, I'm very anxious to publish your article in the next issue

our journal.

Well, that's wonderful.

It's only a theory, of course.

Yes, but it's a brilliant one.

If you are correct.

You explain one of the great mysteries of the natural world.

Morgalis domesticus, anyone?

The key must lie with the bat's hearing. Spellets only prove quite conclusively

that deaf bats are completely disoriented.

Tell me about your sound generator.

Well, I haven't perfected it yet, but if my theory is correct, it will prove

that bats transmit a sound that is beyond the range of our hearing.

Based on Prince's work.

On electromagnetic echolocation?

Exactly.

A shorty, if you like.

Would you?

Yeah.

Jasper! Just be a minute.

Olivia's a little put off by my bad sense.

Who is Olivia?

Well, you could at least have finished your dinner.

Did you know that Hertz was a great friend of my father?

Really? Yes.

Wonderful, wonderful man.

Is this a flying machine?

Well, not quite. You see, I haven't yet worked out the bugs.

My theory is, you see, that bats navigate by echolocation.

That is, they bounce sound waves off the objects around them.

Of course, reverberation gave the bat its bearings.

But what is the sound and how is it produced?

Well, you see, I haven't quite worked that out yet. But you think of the

possibilities. Ships could bounce sound off the rocks in the reef around them.

Flying machines could navigate at night.

It's endless.

Yeah.

Now, what's this?

I hope to discover the frequency of sounds produced.

Right in the back.

Sir? Yes?

Here we go.

We've got right from the top end.

Bring up.

So far, I am unsuccessful.

But you will succeed, I know.

My only belief is that bats use the high frequency of sound

outside of the range of human hearing.

Believe it or not, I am currently experimenting with low frequencies.

along the school.

Off you go.

What

an

outstanding scientific mind.

Glad to meet such an impression.

And her interests are so diverse.

Do you know she has personally classified three new species of

I didn't think much of her dress. I thought it made her look too pale.

Oh, I didn't think so.

Oh, all in all, a most enjoyable evening.

Jasper, what are you doing?

Amos Fry has got a snowy owl in his woods. So Sidney and I are going over to

have a look at him.

You should come.

Made a few sandwiches.

Jasper, today's the day that you're supposed to come with me to photograph

Fultons. It's their 50th wedding anniversary.

Oh, no.

I totally forgot.

Won't you be able to do it for me then?

Manage on your own? I'd really like to lay my hands on the...

on the snowy owl from my flight experiments in Sydney.

Miss Carver, she's waiting.

Jasper!

You go and do the interview today.

I'll go and photograph them tomorrow.

Found Jasper Dale and that scientist lady down by my pond yesterday.

He claimed he was showing her the local bird.

Bet that's not all he was showing her.

And they say women are gossip.

Hold still, Sonny. They were getting along like a horse on fire.

Two cracked peas in a pod.

Olivia will have to put a leash on Jasper before he strays.

Nonsense. If there's one thing to be said for Jasper Dale, it's that he's

devoted to Olivia.

So... You were saying, Hattie?

That's my dog.

I never thought he had it in him.

It's true she's pretty enough to be chosen by a vampire.

Think about it, Sarah.

She appeared out of nowhere. She's always with Jasper. She is awfully pale.

Aunt Hattie says she squints because her eyes are so sensitive to sunlight.

I wish I could get a good look at her teeth.

She must be working for a vampire.

I mean, what normal one would spend all their time with bats?

Or Jasper Dale.

Where's Dracula?

I know. We'll search the workshop while they're gone.

Right. Maybe we'll find a vampire's coffin.

Come on.

I intend to.

Run experiments again. Yes.

Using the snowy island.

Have you seen one?

Unfortunately not. Only in a museum.

The island is a wealth of natural beauty.

Come back to the next one. All right? Yes.

All right.

Mollusts, lampshades, crustaceans.

Strangely enough, I've never collected a fossil. What is the technique?

Well, you have to be gentle.

You work with the stress lines.

Sounds highly pleasurable.

Here we are. Here we are. There he is.

There he is.

Oh, what a beauty.

May I?

Oh, no, I... I've got to...

I've got to... I've got to... I've got to... I've got to... I've got to... I've

got to... I've got to... I've got to... I've got to... I've got

to...

The poor thing.

Vampyrum. It's a vampire.

A lost soul.

Deprived of eternal rest.

Sarah, look.

A coffin.

According to the book, it's where the vampire sleeps.

It's filled with the sacred dirt from their home.

It won't open.

If we find the vampire in this coffin, we can destroy him.

Then Miss Carver will go back where she came from.

And Jasper will be free.

mold bottle.

They're marked poison.

It's just developing fluid.

Okay.

Hey, what's this for?

finish my article.

It'll have to wait.

There's a more important matter than the inside of Gordon.

You know I don't wish to interfere.

Good.

Olivia, if you love Jasper, and I know that you do, though, I'll care for the

life of my father -in -law, then you've got to do something.

What do you mean? What do I mean?

Surely it can't be that oblivious not to have noticed what everyone else in

Avonlea has.

I mean Jasper and... Woman!

Eddie, if you're hinting at anything... Not me, certainly not.

Gracious providence. You know how people talk.

Let them talk. I think it's invigorating for Jasper to...

Have someone with whom he can share his work. Then why can't he share his work

with you? You're an intelligent woman. You're a king.

Hetty, if it isn't bothering me, why should it bother you or Rachel Lynn or

anyone else in Abilene? I see.

I'm merely trying to offer some sisterly advice.

I know, but when I want your advice, I will ask for it.

Now, I have to finish this article.

I wish we had garlic.

I'm sure onions will do just as well.

I don't want to be a vampire.

I hate the taste of blood.

It was only a stuffed bat.

Still, it's better to be safe than sorry.

Oh, the stink!

You must always wear this to protect you.

Children, I... Oof!

What is that smell?

Are you cooking?

No, Aunt Hetty.

Felix, let me see.

Oh, what's happened to your hand?

Um, I was bit by a, um, a cat.

Well, it serves you right, no doubt, for, for, for teething your pets.

I'm surprised your mother doesn't keep a closer watch on you.

Now, hold still.

Ow! Ow!

What is that odor?

Well, now, now you're... quite, quite certain that I won't be an intrusion.

not at all. No, no, quit. I appreciate your help with the article.

Oh, you are very kind, Mr.

Bale. Very kind indeed.

Thank you.

The legs support the uroplatagium and the plagio...

plagio... plagio... Well, you need to speak English.

You should have come with us. What an exciting day.

Jasper, what are all those suitcases doing here? Oh, Sidney, that is Miss

Carver. She's offered to stay and help me polish the article.

Jasper, I feel you should have consulted me first.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It was truly inconsiderate of me.

Oh, Jasper. I didn't even think of it.

inconvenience for you.

Forgive me?

Of course.

I promise I will try to improve myself.

Realize I'm absent -minded than I am.

I promise. Oh, no, that's too heavy.

Too heavy. Let me do it.

I've made a list of the characteristics of a vampire from the book by Jonathan

Harker.

I think they're getting longer.

Oh, Sarah, you have to do something. I am.

We have to be scientific about this.

Have you noticed anything strange about your nose?

Are the nostrils arched?

Sort of.

I think they're changing, too.

Your eyebrows aren't bushy or close together.

Ruddy lips.

I guess that would have to be a yes.

My skin?

Very pale.

Let me see your fingers.

What?

What?

Your ears are pale.

Kind of pointy.

Sarah?

I'm turning into a vampire while you read your list.

Are there hairs on the palms of your hands?

Are your eyes blazing red with demonic fury?

We'll save you, Felix.

We'll find the vampire and we'll vanquish him. Then you and Jasper will

to your normal self.

No, it can't be.

Let Jasper invite that woman to stay in your very own home.

No, Hattie, he didn't invite her. She invited herself.

Brain.

Hattie.

I know Jasper loves me.

And so he should.

Far too good for him, Olivia.

He doesn't even see her as a woman.

But you should see his face light up as soon as she talks about science.

Well, there's nothing that woman can do that you can't do, Olivia Dale.

As well or better.

Here we are.

I'll tutor you myself if I have to.

I'm afraid I disagree. I think the bats do emit the sound themselves and we've

just not yet been able to measure it. My own work with bats in Ohio leads me to

believe that the beating of their wings create sound waves which echo back to

them. These onions are particularly delicious, Miss Carver. Thank you,

dear. They disagree with me.

But what about garlic?

Garlic? No, no. I don't enjoy garlic either.

We saw a lovely bird this afternoon.

What was it called, Olivia?

Athepeter gentilis. It's a northern goshawk.

Didn't realize you'd taken an interest in zoology.

Well, I was thinking of starting a nature column for the paper.

We could work on it together.

What a splendid idea.

Did you realize, Ophelia dear, that birds are evolved from pterodactyls?

Rubbish. They were created on the fifth day of Genesis, just as the Bible says.

Charles, Darwin would not agree.

Darwin? Yes, Darwin.

Man's an atheist.

You may choose to be descended from apes if you like, Jasper Dale, but we kings

most certainly are not.

There's a full moon tonight.

Wonderful night for our outing. Our outing? We're going to the caves, the

caves. I must get some photographs to accompany my article.

At night?

That's our nocturnal creature, Thelon dear.

Well, then, you best go with them, Olivia.

I'd like to go.

I thought you were rather put off by pets.

I'll go.

Oh, certainly not. Is that the idea?

Don't worry, I'll take good care of your husband.

What we're afraid of.

Sarah, dear.

Sleep well.

Good night, Aunt Hattie.

It's very important, Sarah.

Uncle Jasper's taken that woman to the Batcave.

The Batcave?

It must be the lair of Dracula himself.

Here. I've brought everything we need.

The mallet, the cross, the book, and this.

One steak.

That could be your first science article for the newspaper.

You're hibernating. No need to be fearful.

I suppose so.

Jasper, I just... I want to be part of your work so much, but I

can't face a cave full of bats, even if they are sleeping.

All right.

Well, you changed your dress.

Yes, that's perfect.

Goodbye, my love.

Won't be long.

Good

night.

Look, a full moon.

Perfect for our purpose.

You have only to lead and I shall solve this today.

Now, Miss Carver, it's my pleasure.

You have to step carefully. The ground is treacherous.

There are

several...

Soon. Mr. Harris.

No, it's this way.

I'll never find them.

They went this way. I'm positive.

I'll save you, Felix.

No!

Jasper!

Disturbing.

No, no, no.

It's nothing.

Yeah,

best to die.

Me? A part.

A soulmate.

A man who is not terrified by my towering intellect.

I think there's been a terrible

mistake.

There is no mistake.

We were meant for each other, and you know it.

You're not being rational.

We think the same thoughts. My God, we even study the same phenomenon.

All this silly, ridiculous stuff.

Do I smell onions?

must think I'm such a fool.

I think you're a very fine scientist.

But our association is strictly professional.

Oh, I see that now, yes.

I'm a happily married man.

I'm very...

Olivia.

Jasper. What?

I've been so foolish.

I was so jealous of Sydney, and I thought she was so clever, and she's a

scientist, and... You're a newspaper woman, and you're the woman I love.

time you find yourself trapped there on a ledge in a cave full of bats in the

middle of the night, you can stay there.

The two of you should be locked in your rooms and not allowed out until you're

adults. This book?

This book is to blame for giving you these outlandish notions.

From now on, you read only the books we approve of.

Preposterous. The very idea that Jasper Dale could be a vampire.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Dale. Goodbye, Miss Carter.

Your husband is a magnificent specimen.

I envy you your good fortune.

I trust we shall always remain partners in science, Mr. Dale.