A storm blew in that night, and Frankenstein's agitation was scaring Elizabeth, so he sent her to their room to go to sleep while he checked around the inn to make sure the monster wasn't there. He heard a scream from their room. "As I heard it, the whole truth rushed into my mind, my arms dropped, the motion of every muscle and fibre was suspended; I could feel the blood trickling in my veins and tingling in the extremities of my limbs." Chapter 23, pg. 177 When he got to their room, Elizabeth was strangled, stretched out across the bed.
After fainting, Frankenstein saw the monster in the window and went out into the night after him with no success. Grief-stricken and worried about his father and brother, the only family he had left, Frankenstein set out for home. Frankenstein's father was so shocked by the news of Elizabeth's death that his health failed him and he died in Frankenstein's arms a few days later. Frankenstein spent a short time in an insane asylum before he was released, and then he went to the magistrate to demand help catching the monster. He told the magistrate his story and the man, half-believing, refused to send men after the monster because of the futility of chasing something so superhuman. At that point, Frankenstein vowed to spend the rest of his life pursuing the monster.
