least, partially. The young man is not, like Helena, "very dark,
and fierce of look, . . . of almost the gipsy type." He is blonde,
sedate, and of the classic type, as Drood was. He is no more like
Helena than Crisparkle is like Durdles. Mr. Cuming Walters says
that Mr. Proctor was "unable to allude to the prophetic picture by
Collins." As a fact, this picture is fully described by Mr.
Proctor, but Mr. Walters used the wrong edition of his book,
unwittingly.

Mr. Proctor writes:- "Creeping down the crypt steps, oppressed by
growing horror and by terror of coming judgment, sickening under
fears engendered by the darkness of night and the charnel-house air
he breathed, Jasper opens the door of the tomb and holds up his
lantern, shuddering at the thought of what it may reveal to him.

"And what sees he? Is it the spirit of his victim that stands
there, 'in his habit as he lived,' his hand clasped on his breast,
where the ring had been when he was murdered? What else can Jasper
deem it? There, clearly visible in the gloom at the back of the
tomb, stands Edwin Drood, with stern look fixed on him--pale,
silent, relentless!"

Again, "On the title-page are given two of the small pictures from
the Love side of the cover, two from the Murder side, and the
central picture below, which presents the central horror of the
story--the end and aim of the 'Datchery assumption' and of Mr.
Grewgious's plans--showing Jasper driven to seek for the proofs of
his crime amid the dust to which, as he thought, the flesh and
bones, and the very clothes of his victim, had been reduced."