The Strange Case of Dr.
Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
By Robert Louis Stevenson
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STORY OF THE DOOR
MR. UTTERSON the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance, that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and
embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean,
long, dusty, dreary, and yet somehow lovable. At friendly
meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something
eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed
which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke
not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but
more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere
with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a
taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had
not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. But he had
an approved tolerance for others; sometimes wondering, almost with envy, at the high pressure of spirits involved in
their misdeeds; and in any extremity inclined to help rather
than to reprove.
‘I incline to, Cain’s heresy,’ he used to say. ‘I let my brother
go to the devil in his quaintly: ‘own way.’ In this character, it
was frequently his fortune to be the last reputable acquaintance and the last good influence in the lives of down-going
men. And to such as these, so long as they came about his
chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour.
No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utterson; for he was
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undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship seemed
to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It
is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle
ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that was
the lawyer’s way. His friends were those of his own blood or
those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like
ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the
object. Hence, no doubt, the bond that united him to Mr.
Richard Enfield, his distant kinsman, the well-known man
about town. It was a nut to crack for many, what these two
could see in each other, or what subject they could find in
common. It was reported by those who encountered them
in their Sunday walks, that they said nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail with obvious relief the appearance
of a friend. For all that, the two men put the greatest store
by these excursions, counted them the chief jewel of each
week, and not only set aside occasions of pleasure, but even
resisted the calls of business, that they might enjoy them
uninterrupted.
It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them
down a by-street in a busy quarter of London. The street
was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving
trade on the week-days. The inhabitants were all doing well,
it seemed, and all emulously hoping to do better still, and
laying out the surplus of their gains in coquetry; so that the
shop fronts stood along that thoroughfare with an air of invitation, like rows of smiling saleswomen. Even on Sunday,
when it veiled its more florid charms and lay comparatively
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gy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly
painted shutters, well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and pleased the eye
of the passenger.
Two doors from one corner, on the left hand going east,
the line was broken by the entry of a court; and just at that
point, a certain sinister block of building thrust forward
its gable on the street. It was two stories high; showed no
window, nothing but a door on the lower story and a blind
forehead of discoloured wall on the upper; and bore in every feature, the marks of prolonged and sordid negligence.
The door, which was equipped with neither bell nor knocker, was blistered and distained. Tramps slouched into the
recess and struck matches on
the panels; children kept shop upon the steps; the schoolboy had tried his knife on the mouldings; and for close on
a generation, no one had appeared to drive away these random visitors or to repair their ravages.
Mr. Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the
by-street; but when they came abreast of the entry, the former lifted up his cane and pointed.
‘Did you ever remark that door?’ he asked; and when his
companion had replied in the affirmative, ‘It is connected in
my mind,’ added he, ‘with a very odd story.’
‘Indeed?’ said Mr. Utterson, with a slight change of voice,
‘and what was that?’
‘Well, it was this way,’ returned Mr. Enfield: ‘I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about
three o’ clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay
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through a part of town where there was literally nothing to
be seen but lamps. Street after street, and all the folks asleep
— street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession and
all as empty as a church — till at last I got into that state of
mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for
the sight of a policeman. All at once, I saw two figures: one
a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good
walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was
running as hard as she was able down a cross street. Well,
sir, the two ran into one another naturally enough at the
corner; and then came the horrible part of the thing; for
the man trampled calmly over the, child’s body and left her
screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but
it was hellish to see. It wasn’t like a man; it was like some
damned Juggernaut. I gave a view-halloa, took to my heels,
collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where
there was already quite a group about the screaming child.
He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me
one look, so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like
running. The people who had turned out were the girl’s own
family; and pretty soon, the doctor, for whom she had been
sent, put in his appearance. Well, the child was not much
the worse, more frightened, according to the Sawbones; and
there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But
there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child’s family,
which was only natural. But the doctor’s case was what
struck me. He was the usual cut-and-dry apothecary, of no
particular age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent,
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and about as emotional as a bagpipe. Well, sir, he was like
the rest of us; every time he looked at my prisoner, I saw that
Sawbones turn sick and white with the desire to kill him.
I knew what was in his mind, just as he knew what was in
mine; and killing being out of the question, we did the next
best. We told the man we could
and would make such a scandal out of this, as should
make his name stink from one end of London to the other.
If he had any friends or any credit, we undertook that he
should lose them. And all the time, as we were pitching it
in red hot, we were keeping the women off him as best we
could, for they were as wild as harpies. I never saw a circle
of such hateful faces; and there was the man in the middle,
with a kind of black, sneering coolness — frightened too, I
could see that — but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan. ‘If
you choose to make capital out of this accident,’ said he, ‘I
am naturally helpless. No gentleman but wishes to avoid a
scene,’ says he. ‘Name your figure.’ Well, we screwed him up
to a hundred pounds for the child’s family; he would have
clearly liked to stick out; but there was something about the
lot of us that meant mischief, and at last he struck. The next
thing was to get the money; and where do you think he carried us but to that place with the door? — whipped out a
key, went in, and presently came back with the matter of ten
pounds in gold and a cheque for the balance on Coutts’s,
drawn payable to bearer and signed with a name that I can’t
mention, though it’s one of the points of my story, but it was
a name at least very well known and often printed. The figure was stiff; but the signature was good for more than that,
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if it was only genuine. I took the liberty of pointing out to
my gentleman that the whole
business looked apocryphal, and that a man does not, in
real life, walk into a cellar door at four in the morning and
come out of it with another man’s cheque for close upon a
hundred pounds. But he was quite easy and sneering. ‘Set
your mind at rest,’ says he, ‘I will stay with you till the banks
open and cash the cheque myself.’ So we all set off, the doctor, and the child’s father, and our friend and myself, and
passed the rest of the night in my chambers; and next day,
when we had breakfasted, went in a body to the bank. I gave
in the check myself, and said I had every reason to believe it
was a forgery. Not a bit of it. The cheque was genuine.’
‘Tut-tut,’ said Mr. Utterson.
‘I see you feel as I do,’ said Mr. Enfield. ‘Yes, it’s a bad
story. For my man was a fellow that nobody could have to
do with, a really damnable man; and the person that drew
the cheque is the very pink of the proprieties, celebrated too,
and (what makes it worse) one of your fellows who do what
they call good. Black-mail, I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth.
Black-Mail House is what I call that place with the door, in
consequence. Though even that, you know, is far from explaining all,’ he added, and with the words fell into a vein
of musing.
From this he was recalled by Mr. Utterson asking rather
suddenly:’ And you don’t know if the drawer of the cheque
lives there?’
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pen to have noticed his address; he lives in some square or
other.’
‘And you never asked about the — place with the door?’
said Mr. Utterson.
‘No, sir: I had a delicacy,’ was the reply. ‘I feel very strongly about putting questions; it partakes too much of the style
of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it’s like
starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away
the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland
old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked
on the head in his own back-garden and the family have
to change their name. No, sir, I make it a rule of mine: the
more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.’
‘ A very good rule, too,’ said the lawyer.
‘But I have studied the place for myself,’ continued Mr.
Enfield.’ It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door,
and nobody goes in or out of that one but, once in a great
while, the gentleman of my adventure. There are three windows looking on the court on the first floor; none below; the
windows are always shut but they’re clean. And then there
is a chimney which is generally smoking; so somebody must
live there. And yet it’s not so sure; for the buildings are so
packed together about that court, that it’s hard to say where
one ends and another begins.’
The pair walked on again for a while in silence; and then,
‘Enfield,’ said Mr. Utterson, ‘that’s a good rule of yours.’
‘Yes, I think it is,’ returned Enfield.
‘But for all that,’ continued the lawyer, ‘there’s one point I
want to ask: I want to ask the name of that man who walked
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over the child.’
‘Well,’ said Mr. Enfield, ‘I can’t see what harm it would
do. It was a man of the name of Hyde.’
‘H’m,’ said Mr. Utterson. ‘What sort of a man is he to
see?’
‘He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong
with his appearance; something displeasing, something
downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and
yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere;
he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t
specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and
yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, sir; I can
make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of
memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.’
Mr. Utterson again walked some way in silence and obviously under a weight of consideration.
‘You are sure he used a key?’ he inquired at last.
‘My dear sir...’ began Enfield, surprised out of himself.
‘Yes, I know,’ said Utterson; ‘I know it must seem strange.
The fact is, if I do not ask you the name of the other party, it
is because I know it already. You see, Richard, your tale has
gone home. If you have been inexact in any point, you had
better correct it.’
‘I think you might have warned me,’ returned the other,
with a touch of sullenness. ‘But I have been pedantically exact, as you call it. The fellow had a key; and what’s more, he
has it still. I saw him use it, not a week ago.
Mr. Utterson sighed deeply but said never a word; and
the young man presently resumed. ‘Here is another lesson
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to say nothing,’ said he. ‘I am ashamed of my long tongue.
Let us make a bargain never to refer to this again.’
‘With all my heart,’ said the lawyer. ‘I shake hands on
that, Richard.’
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SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE
THAT evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor
house in sombre spirits and sat down to dinner without relish. It was his custom of a Sunday, when this meal was over,
to sit close by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on his
reading-desk, until the clock of the neighbouring church
rang out the hour of twelve, when he would go soberly and
gratefully to bed. On this night, however, as soon as the
cloth was taken away, he took up a candle and went into
his business-room. There he opened his safe, took from the
most private part of it a document endorsed on the envelope as Dr. Jekyll’s Will, and sat down with a clouded brow
to study its contents. The will was holograph, for Mr. Utterson, though he took charge of it now that it was made,
had refused to lend the least assistance in the making of it;
it provided not only that, in case of the decease of Henry
Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., LL.D., F.R.S., etc., all his possessions
were to pass into the hands of his ‘friend and benefactor Edward Hyde,’ but that in case of
Dr. Jekyll’s ‘disappearance or unexplained absence for
any period exceeding three calendar months,’ the said Edward Hyde should step into the said Henry Jekyll’s shoes
without further delay and free from any burthen or obligation, beyond the payment of a few small sums to the
members of the doctor’s household. This document had
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long been the lawyer’s eyesore. It offended him both as a
lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of
life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest. And hitherto
it was his ignorance of Mr. Hyde that had swelled his indignation; now, by a sudden turn, it was his knowledge. It
was already bad enough when the name was but a name of
which he could learn no more. It was worse when it began
to be clothed upon with detestable attributes; and out of the
shifting, insubstantial mists that had so long baffled his eye,
there leaped up the sudden, definite presentment of a fiend.
‘I thought it was madness,’ he said, as he replaced the
obnoxious paper in the safe, ‘and now I begin to fear it is
disgrace.’
With that he blew out his candle, put on a great-coat,
and set forth in the direction of Cavendish Square, that citadel of medicine, where his friend, the great Dr. Lanyon, had
his house and received his crowding patients. ‘If any one
knows, it will be Lanyon,’ he had thought.
The solemn butler knew and welcomed him;
he was subjected to no stage of delay, but ushered direct
from the door to the dining-room where Dr. Lanyon sat
alone over his wine. This was a hearty, healthy, dapper, redfaced gentleman, with a shock of hair prematurely white,
and a boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with
both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was
somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine
feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates both at
school and college, both thorough respecters of themselves
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and of each other, and, what does not always follow, men
who thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.
After a little rambling talk, the lawyer led up to the subject which so disagreeably pre-occupied his mind.
‘I suppose, Lanyon,’ said he ‘you and I must be the two
oldest friends that Henry Jekyll has?’
‘I wish the friends were younger,’ chuckled Dr. Lanyon.
‘But I suppose we are. And what of that? I see little of him
now.’
Indeed?’ said Utterson. ‘I thought you had a bond of
common interest.’
‘We had,’ was the reply. ‘But it is more than ten years
since Henry Jekyll became too fanciful for me. He began to
go wrong, wrong in mind; and though of course I continue
to take an interest in him for old sake’s sake, as they say,
I see and I have seen devilish little of the man. Such unscientific balderdash,’ added the doctor, flushing suddenly
purple, ‘would have estranged Damon and Pythias.’
This little spirit of temper was somewhat of a relief to
Mr. Utterson. ‘They have only differed on some point of science,’ he thought; and being a man of no scientific passions
(except in the matter of conveyancing), he even added: ‘It is
nothing worse than that!’ He gave his friend a few seconds
to recover his composure, and then approached the question he had come to put. ‘Did you ever come across a protege
of his — one Hyde?’ he asked.
‘Hyde?’ repeated Lanyon. ‘No. Never heard of him. Since
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ried back with him to the great, dark bed on which he tossed
to and fro, until the small hours of the morning began to
grow large. It was a night of little ease to his toiling mind,
toiling in mere darkness and besieged by questions.
Six o ‘clock struck on the bells of the church that was so
conveniently near to Mr. Utterson’s dwelling, and still he
was digging at the problem. Hitherto it had touched him
on the intellectual side alone; but now his imagination also
was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as he lay and tossed in
the gross darkness of the night and the curtained room, Mr.
Enfield’s tale went by
before his mind in a scroll of lighted pictures. He would
be aware of the great field of lamps of a nocturnal city; then
of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then of a child running from the doctor’s; and then these met, and that human
Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of
her screams. Or else he would see a room in a rich house,
where his friend lay asleep, dreaming and smiling at his
dreams; and then the door of that room would be opened,
the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled,
and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and
do its bidding. The figure in these two phases haunted the
lawyer all night; and if at any time he dozed over, it was but
to see it glide more stealthily through sleeping houses, or
move the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, even to
dizziness, through wider labyrinths of lamplighted city, and
at every street-corner crush a child and leave her screaming.
And still the figure had no face by which he might know
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it; even in his dreams, it had no face, or one that baffled
him and melted before his eyes; and thus it was that there
sprang up and grew apace in the lawyer’s mind a singularly
strong, almost an inordinate, curiosity to behold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on
him, he thought the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll
altogether away, as was the habit of mysterious
things when well examined. He might see a reason for
his friend’s strange preference or bondage (call it which you
please) and even for the startling clause of the will. At least
it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man who was
without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself
to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a
spirit of enduring hatred.
From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt
the door in the by-street of shops. In the morning before
office hours, at noon when business was plenty, and time
scarce, at night under the face of the fogged city moon, by
all lights and at all hours of solitude or concourse, the lawyer was to be found on his chosen post.
‘If he be Mr. Hyde,’ he had thought, ‘I shall be Mr. Seek.’
And at last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry
night; frost in the air; the streets as clean as a ballroom
floor; the lamps, unshaken, by any wind, drawing a regular
pattern of light and shadow. By ten o’clock, when the shops
were closed, the by-street was very solitary and, in spite of
the low growl of London from all round, very silent. Small
sounds carried far; domestic sounds out of the houses were
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mour of the approach of any passenger preceded him by a
long time. Mr. Utterson had been some minutes at his post,
when he was
aware of an odd, light footstep drawing near. In the
course of his nightly patrols, he had long grown accustomed
to the quaint effect with which the footfalls of a single person, while he is still a great way off, suddenly spring out
distinct from the vast hum and clatter of the city. Yet his
attention had never before been so sharply and decisively
arrested; and it was with a strong, superstitious prevision of
success that he withdrew into the entry of the court.
The steps drew swiftly nearer, and swelled out suddenly louder as they turned the end of the street. The lawyer,
looking forth from the entry, could soon see what manner
of man he had to deal with. He was small and very plainly
dressed, and the look of him, even at that distance, went
somehow strongly against the watcher’s inclination. But he
made straight for the door, crossing the roadway to save
time; and as he came, he drew a key from his pocket like
one approaching home.
Mr. Utterson stepped out and touched him on the shoulder as he passed.’ Mr. Hyde, I think?’
Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of the breath.
But his fear was only momentary; and though he did not
look the lawyer in the face, he answered coolly enough:
‘That is my name. What do you want?’
‘I see you are going in,’ returned the lawyer. ‘I am an old
friend of Dr. Jekyll’s — Mr. Utterson of Gaunt Street — you must have heard my name;
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and meeting you so conveniently, I thought you might admit me.’
‘You will not find Dr. Jekyll; he is from home,’ replied
Mr. Hyde, blowing in the key. And then suddenly, but still
without looking up, ‘How did you know me?’ he asked.
‘On your side,’ said Mr. Utterson, ‘will you do me a favour?’
‘With pleasure,’ replied the other. ‘What shall it be?’
‘Will you let me see your face?’ asked the lawyer.
Mr. Hyde appeared to hesitate, and then, as if upon some
sudden reflection, fronted about with an air of defiance; and
the pair stared at each other pretty fixedly for a few seconds.
‘Now I shall know you again,’ said Mr. Utterson.’ It may be
useful.’
‘Yes,’ returned Mr. Hyde, ‘it is as well we have, met; and a
propos, you should have my address.’ And he gave a number
of a street in Soho.
‘Good God!’ thought Mr. Utterson,’ can he, too, have
been thinking of the will?’ But he kept his feelings to himself and only grunted in acknowledgment of the address.
‘And now,’ said the other, ‘how did you know me?’
‘By description,’ was the reply.
‘Whose description?’
‘We have common friends, said Mr. Utterson.
‘Common friends?’ echoed Mr. Hyde, a little hoarsely.’
Who are they?’
‘Jekyll, for instance,’ said the lawyer.
‘He never told you,’ cried Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger.’ I did not think you would have lied.’
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‘Come,’ said Mr. Utterson, ‘that is not fitting language.’
The other snarled aloud into a savage laugh; and the next
moment, with extraordinary quickness, he had unlocked
the door and disappeared into the house.
The lawyer stood a while when Mr. Hyde had left him,
the picture of disquietude. Then he began slowly to mount
the street, pausing every step or two and putting his hand
to his brow like a man in mental perplexity. The problem
he was thus debating as he walked, was one of a class that
is rarely solved. Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave
an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, he had borne himself
to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity
and boldness, and he spoke with a husky, whispering and
somewhat broken voice; all these were points against him,
but not all of these together could explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing, and fear with which Mr. Utterson
regarded him. ‘There must be something else,’ said the perplexed gentleman. ‘There is something more, if I could find a name for it. God bless me, the
man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we
say? or can it be the old story of Dr. Fell? or Is it the mere
radiance of a foul soul that thus transpires through, and
transfigures, its clay continent? The last, I think; for, O my
poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan’s signature upon a
face, it Is on that of your new friend.’
Round the corner from the by-street, there was a square
of ancient, handsome houses, now for the most part decayed from their high estate and let in flats and chambers
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to all sorts and conditions of men: map-engravers, architects, shady lawyers, and the agents of obscure enterprises.
One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of this, which wore a great air of
wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness
except for the fan-light, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked.
A well-dressed, elderly servant opened the door.
Is Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?’ asked the lawyer.
‘I will see, Mr. Utterson,’ said Poole, admitting the visitor, as he spoke, into a large, low-roofed, comfortable hall,
paved with flags, warmed (after the fashion of a country
house) by a bright, open fire, and furnished with costly cabinets of oak. ‘Will you wait here by the
fire, sir? or shall I give you a light in the dining room?’
‘Here, thank you,’ said the lawyer, and he drew near and
leaned on the tall fender. This hall, in which he was now left
alone, was a pet fancy of his friend the doctor’s; and Utterson himself was wont to speak of it as the pleasantest room
in London. But to-night there was a shudder in his blood;
the face of Hyde sat heavy on his memory; he felt (what was
rare with him) a nausea and distaste of life; and in the gloom
of his spirits, he seemed to read a menace in the flickering of
the firelight on the polished cabinets and the uneasy starting of the shadow on the roof. He was ashamed of his relief,
when Poole presently returned to announce that Dr. Jekyll
was gone out.
‘I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting-room door,
Poole,’ he said. ‘Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from
home?’
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‘Quite right, Mr. Utterson, sir,’ replied the servant. ‘Mr.
Hyde has a key.’
‘Your master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that
young man, Poole,’ resumed the other musingly.
‘Yes, sir, he do indeed,’ said Poole. ‘We have all orders to
obey him.’
‘I do not think I ever met Mr. Hyde?’ asked Utterson.
O, dear no, sir. He never dines here,’ replied the butler.
‘Indeed we see very little of
him on this side of the house; he mostly comes and goes
by the laboratory.’
‘Well, good-night, Poole.’
‘Good-night, Mr. Utterson.’ And the lawyer set out
homeward with a very heavy heart.’ Poor Harry Jekyll,’ he
thought, ‘my mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He
was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure;
but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay,
it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some
concealed disgrace: punishment coming, PEDE CLAUDO,
years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned
the fault.’ And the lawyer, scared by the thought, brooded
a while on his own past, groping in all the corners of memory, lest by chance some Jack-in-the-Box of an old iniquity
should leap to light there. His past was fairly blameless; few
men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things
he had done, and raised up again into a sober and fearful
gratitude by the many that he had come so near to doing,
yet avoided. And then by a return on his former subject,
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he conceived a spark of hope. ‘This Master Hyde, if he were
studied,’ thought he, ‘must have secrets of his own; black
secrets, by the look of him; secrets compared to which poor
Jekyll’s worst would be like sunshine. Things cannot continue as they are. It turns me cold to think of this creature
stealing like a
thief to Harry’s bedside; poor Harry, what a wakening!
And the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects the existence
of the will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ay, I must put
my shoulder to the wheel if Jekyll will but let me,’ he added,
‘if Jekyll will only let me.’ For once more he saw before his
mind’s eye, as clear as a transparency, the strange clauses
of the will.
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DR. JEKYLL WAS
QUITE AT EASE
A FORTNIGHT later, by excellent good fortune, the
doctor gave one of his pleasant dinners to some five or six
old cronies, all intelligent, reputable men and all judges of
good wine; and Mr. Utterson so contrived that he remained
behind after the others had departed. This was no new arrangement, but a thing that had befallen many scores of
times. Where Utterson was liked, he was liked well. Hosts
loved to detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted and
the loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold;
they liked to sit a while in his unobtrusive company, practising for solitude, sobering their minds in the man’s rich
silence after the expense and strain of gaiety. To this rule,
Dr. Jekyll was no exception; and as he now sat on the opposite side of the fire — a large, well-made, smooth-faced
man of fifty, with something of a slyish cast perhaps, but
every mark of capacity and kindness — you could see by
his looks that he cherished for Mr. Utterson a sincere and
warm affection.
‘I have been wanting to speak to you, Jekyll,’ began the
latter. ‘You know that will of yours?’
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terson,’ said he, ‘you are unfortunate in such a client. I never
saw a man so distressed as you were by my will; unless it
were that hide-bound pedant, Lanyon, at what he called
my scientific heresies. Oh, I know he’s a good fellow — you
needn’t frown — an excellent fellow, and I always mean to
see more of him; but a hide-bound pedant for all that; an
ignorant, blatant pedant. I was never more disappointed in
any man than Lanyon.’
‘You know I never approved of it,’ pursued Utterson,
ruthlessly disregarding the fresh topic.
‘My will? Yes, certainly, I know that,’ said the doctor, a
trifle sharply. ‘You have told me so.’
‘Well, I tell you so again,’ continued the lawyer. ‘I have
been learning something of young Hyde.’
The large handsome face of Dr. Jekyll grew pale to the
very lips, and there came a blackness about his eyes. ‘I do
not care to hear more,’ said he. ‘This is a matter I thought
we had agreed to drop.’
‘What I heard was abominable,’ said Utterson.
‘It can make no change. You do not understand my position,’ returned the doctor, with a certain
incoherency of manner. ‘I am painfully situated, Utterson;
my position is a very strange — a very strange one. It is one
of those affairs that cannot be mended by talking.’
‘Jekyll,’ said Utterson, ‘you know me: I am a man to be
trusted. Make a clean breast of this in confidence; and I
make no doubt I can get you out of it.’
‘My good Utterson,’ said the doctor, ‘this is very good of
you, this is downright good of you, and I cannot find words
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to thank you in. I believe you fully; I would trust you before
any man alive, ay, before myself, if I could make the choice;
but indeed it isn’t what you fancy; it is not so bad as that;
and just to put your good heart at rest, I will tell you one
thing: the moment I choose, I can be rid of Mr. Hyde. I give
you my hand upon that; and I thank you again and again;
and I will just add one little word, Utterson, that I’m sure
you’ll take in good part: this is a private matter, and I beg of
you to let it sleep.’
Utterson reflected a little, looking in the fire.
‘I have no doubt you are perfectly right,’ he said at last,
getting to his feet.
‘Well, but since we have touched upon this business, and
for the last time I hope,’ continued the doctor, ‘there is one
point I should like you to understand. I have really a very
great interest in poor Hyde. I know you have seen
him; he told me so; and I fear he was rude. But, I do sincerely take a great, a very great interest in that young man;
and if I am taken away, Utterson, I wish you to promise me
that you will bear with him and get his rights for him. I
think you would, if you knew all; and it would be a weight
off my mind if you would promise.’
‘I can’t pretend that I shall ever like him,’ said the lawyer.
‘I don’t ask that,’ pleaded Jekyll, laying his hand upon the
other’s arm; ‘I only ask for justice; I only ask you to help him
for my sake, when I am no longer here.’
Utterson heaved an irrepressible sigh. ‘Well,’ said he, ‘I
promise.’
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THE CAREW MURDER CASE
NEARLY a year later, in the month of October, 18 — , London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity and rendered
all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The
details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone
in a house not far from the river, had gone up-stairs to bed
about eleven. Although a fog rolled over the city in the small
hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the
lane, which the maid’s window overlooked, was brilliantly
lit by the full moon. It seems she was romantically given,
for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately
under the window, and fell into a dream of musing. Never
(she used to say, with streaming tears, when she narrated
that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all
men or thought more kindly of the world. And as she so sat
she became aware of an aged and beautiful gentleman with
white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to
meet him, another and very small gentleman, to whom at
first she
paid less attention. When they had come within speech
(which was just under the maid’s eyes) the older man bowed
and accosted the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his address were
of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it sometimes appeared as if he were only inquiring his way; but
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the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl was
pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent
and old-world kindness of disposition, yet with something
high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her eye
wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise
in him a certain Mr. Hyde, who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in
his hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he
answered never a word, and seemed to listen with an illcontained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke
out in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on (as the maid described it)
like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with
the air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and
at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all bounds and clubbed him
to the earth. And next moment, with ape-like fury, he was
trampling his victim under foot and hailing down a storm
of blows, under which the bones were audibly shattered and
the body jumped upon the roadway. At the horror of these
sights and sounds, the maid fainted.
It was two o’clock when she came to herself and called for
the police. The murderer was gone long ago; but there lay his
victim in the middle of the lane, incredibly mangled. The
stick with which the deed had been done, although it was
of some rare and very tough and heavy wood, had broken
in the middle under the stress of this insensate cruelty; and
one splintered half had rolled in the neighbouring gutter
— the other, without doubt, had been carried away by the
murderer. A purse and a gold watch were found upon the
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victim: but no cards or papers, except a sealed and stamped
envelope, which he had been probably carrying to the post,
and which bore the name and address of Mr. Utterson.
This was brought to the lawyer the next morning, before
he was out of bed; and he had no sooner seen it, and been
told the circumstances, than he shot out a solemn lip. ‘I
shall say nothing till I have seen the body,’ said he; ‘this may
be very serious. Have the kindness to wait while I dress.’
And with the same grave countenance he hurried through
his breakfast and drove to the police station, whither the
body had been carried. As soon as he came into the cell, he
nodded.
‘Yes,’ said he, ‘I recognise him. I am sorry to say that this
is Sir Danvers Carew.’
‘Good God, sir,’ exclaimed the officer, ‘is it possible?’
And the next moment his eye
lighted up with professional ambition. ‘This will make a
deal of noise,’ he said. ‘And perhaps you can help us to the
man.’ And he briefly narrated what the maid had seen, and
showed the broken stick.
Mr. Utterson had already quailed at the name of Hyde;
but when the stick was laid before him, he could doubt no
longer; broken and battered as it was, he recognised it for
one that he had himself presented many years before to
Henry Jekyll.
‘Is this Mr. Hyde a person of small stature?’ he inquired.
‘Particularly small and particularly wicked-looking, is
what the maid calls him,’ said the officer.
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will come with me in my cab,’ he said, ‘I think I can take
you to his house.’
It was by this time about nine in the morning, and the
first fog of the season. A great chocolate-coloured pall lowered over heaven, but the wind was continually charging and
routing these embattled vapours; so that as the cab crawled
from street to street, Mr. Utterson beheld a marvellous number of degrees and hues of twilight; for here it would be dark
like the back-end of evening; and there would be a glow of
a rich, lurid brown, like the light of some strange conflagration; and here, for a moment, the fog would be quite broken
up, and a haggard shaft
of daylight would glance in between the swirling wreaths.
The dismal quarter of Soho seen under these changing
glimpses, with its muddy ways, and slatternly passengers,
and its lamps, which had never been extinguished or had
been kindled afresh to combat this mournful re-invasion
of darkness, seemed, in the lawyer’s eyes, like a district of
some city in a nightmare. The thoughts of his mind, besides,
were of the gloomiest dye; and when he glanced at the companion of his drive, he was conscious of some touch of that
terror of the law and the law’s officers, which may at times
assail the most honest.
As the cab drew up before the address indicated, the fog
lifted a little and showed him a dingy street, a gin palace, a
low French eating-house, a shop for the retail of penny numbers and twopenny salads, many ragged children huddled
in the doorways, and many women of different nationalities
passing out, key in hand, to have a morning glass; and the
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next moment the fog settled down again upon that part, as
brown as umber, and cut him off from his blackguardly surroundings. This was the home of Henry Jekyll’s favourite; of
a man who was heir to a quarter of a million sterling.
An ivory-faced and silvery-haired old woman opened the
door. She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her
manners were excellent. Yes, she said, this was Mr. Hyde’s,
but he was not at home; he had been in that night very late,
but had gone away again in less than an hour; there was
nothing strange in that; his habits were very irregular, and
he was often absent; for instance, it was nearly two months
since she had seen him till yesterday.
‘Very well, then, we wish to see his rooms,’ said the
lawyer; and when the woman began to declare it was impossible, ‘I had better tell you who this person is,’ he added.
‘This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard.’
A flash of odious joy appeared upon the woman’s face.
‘Ah!’ said she, ‘he is in trouble! What has he done?
‘Mr. Utterson and the inspector exchanged glances. ‘He
don’t seem a very popular character,’ observed the latter.
‘And now, my good woman, just let me and this gentleman
have a look about us.’
In the whole extent of the house, which but for the old
woman remained otherwise empty, Mr. Hyde had only
used a couple of rooms; but these were furnished with luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with wine; the plate
was of silver, the napery elegant; a good picture hung upon
the walls, a gift (as Utterson supposed) from Henry Jekyll,
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many plies and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however, the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and
hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their
pockets inside out;
lock-fast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there
lay a pile of grey ashes, as though many papers had been
burned. From these embers the inspector disinterred the
butt-end of a green cheque-book, which had resisted the action of the fire; the other half of the stick was found behind
the door. and as this clinched his suspicions, the officer declared himself delighted. A visit to the bank, where several
thousand pounds were found to be lying to the murderer’s
credit, completed his gratification.
‘You may depend upon it, sir,’ he told Mr. Utterson: ‘I
have him in my hand. He must have lost his head, or he never
would have left the stick or, above all, burned the chequebook. Why, money’s life to the man. We have nothing to do
but wait for him at the bank, and get out the handbills.’
This last, however, was not so easy of accomplishment;
for Mr. Hyde had numbered few familiars — even the master of the servant-maid had only seen him twice; his family
could nowhere be traced; he had never been photographed;
and the few who could describe him differed widely, as common observers will. Only on one point, were they agreed;
and that was the haunting sense of unexpressed deformity
with which the fugitive impressed his beholders.
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INCIDENT OF THE LETTER
IT was late in the afternoon, when Mr. Utterson found
his way to Dr. Jekyll’s door, where he was at once admitted
by Poole, and carried down by the kitchen offices and across
a yard which had once been a garden, to the building which
was indifferently known as the laboratory or the dissectingrooms. The doctor had bought the house from the heirs of a
celebrated surgeon; and his own tastes being rather chemical
than anatomical, had changed the destination of the block at
the bottom of the garden. It was the first time that the lawyer had been received in that part of his friend’s quarters;
and he eyed the dingy, windowless structure with curiosity, and gazed round with a distasteful sense of strangeness
as he crossed the theatre, once crowded with eager students
and now lying gaunt and silent, the tables laden with chemical apparatus, the floor strewn with crates and littered with
packing straw, and the light falling dimly through the foggy
cupola. At the further end, a flight of stairs mounted to a
door covered with red baize;
and through this, Mr. Utterson was at last received into
the doctor’s cabinet. It was a large room, fitted round with
glass presses, furnished, among other things, with a chevalglass and a business table, and looking out upon the court by
three dusty windows barred with iron. A fire burned in the
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in the houses the fog began to lie thickly; and there, close up
to the warmth, sat Dr. Jekyll, looking deadly sick. He did not
rise to meet his visitor, but held out a cold hand and bade
him welcome in a changed voice.
‘And now,’ said Mr. Utterson, as soon as Poole had left
them, ‘you have heard the news?’
The doctor shuddered.’ They were crying it in the square,’
he said. ‘I heard them in my dining-room.’
‘One word,’ said the lawyer. ‘Carew was my client, but so
are you, and I want to know what I am doing. You have not
been mad enough to hide this fellow?’
‘Utterson, I swear to God, ‘ cried the doctor,’ I swear to
God I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to
you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end.
And indeed he does not want my help; you do not know him
as I do; he is safe, he is quite safe; mark my words, he will
never more be heard of.’
The lawyer listened gloomily; he did not like his friend’s
feverish manner. ‘You seem pretty
sure of him,’ said he; ‘and for your sake, I hope you may
be right. If it came to a trial, your name might appear.’
‘I am quite sure of him,’ replied Jekyll; ‘I have grounds for
certainty that I cannot share with any one. But there is one
thing on which you may advise me. I have — I have received
a letter; and I am at a loss whether I should show it to the
police. I should like to leave it in your hands, Utterson; you
would judge wisely, I am sure; I have so great a trust in you.’
‘You fear, I suppose, that it might lead to his detection?’
asked the lawyer.
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‘No,’ said the other.’ I cannot say that I care what becomes
of Hyde; I am quite done with him. I was thinking of my own
character, which this hateful business has rather exposed.’
Utterson ruminated a while; he was surprised at his
friend’s selfishness, and yet relieved by it. ‘Well,’ said he, at
last, ‘let me see the letter.’
The letter was written in an odd, upright hand and signed
‘Edward Hyde”: and it signified, briefly enough, that the
writer’s benefactor, Dr. Jekyll, whom he had long so unworthily repaid for a thousand generosities, need labour under
no alarm for his safety, As he had means of escape on which
he placed a sure dependence. The lawyer liked this letter well
enough; it put a better colour on the intimacy than he had
looked for; and he blamed himself for some of his past suspicions.
‘Have you the envelope?’ he asked.
‘I burned it,’ replied Jekyll,’ before I thought what I was
about. But it bore no postmark. The note was handed in.’
‘Shall I keep this and sleep upon it?’ asked Utterson.
‘I wish you to judge for me entirely,’ was the reply. ‘I have
lost confidence in myself.’
‘Well, I shall consider,’ returned the lawyer. ‘And now one
word more: it was Hyde who dictated the terms in your will
about that disappearance?’
The doctor seemed seized with a qualm of faintness: he
shut his mouth tight and nodded.
‘I knew it,’ said Utterson. ‘He meant to murder you. You
have had a fine escape.’
‘I have had what is far more to the purpose,’ returned the
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doctor solemnly: ‘I have had a lesson — O God, Utterson,
what a lesson I have had!’ And he covered his face for a moment with his hands.
On his way out, the lawyer stopped and had a word or two
with Poole. ‘By the by,’ said he, ‘there was a letter handed in
to-day: what was the messenger like?’ But Poole was positive nothing had come except by post;’ and only circulars by
that,’ he added.
This news sent off the visitor with his fears renewed.
Plainly the letter had come by the laboratory door; possibly,
indeed, it had been
written in the cabinet; and if that were so, it must be differently judged, and handled with the more caution. The
newsboys, as he went, were crying themselves hoarse along
the footways: ‘Special edition. Shocking murder of an M. P.’
That was the funeral oration of one friend and client; and he
could not help a certain apprehension lest the good name of
another should be sucked down in the eddy of the scandal. It
was, at least, a ticklish decision that he had to make; and selfreliant as he was by habit, he began to cherish a longing for
advice. It was not to be had directly; but perhaps, he thought,
it might be fished for.
Presently after, he sat on one side of his own hearth, with
Mr. Guest, his head clerk, upon the other, and midway between, at a nicely calculated distance from the fire, a bottle
of a particular old wine that had long dwelt unsunned in
the foundations of his house. The fog still slept on the wing
above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like
carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these
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fallen clouds, the procession of the town’s life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty
wind. But the room was gay with firelight. In the bottle the
acids were long ago resolved; the imperial dye had softened
with time, As the colour grows richer in stained windows;
and the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards
was ready to be set free
and to disperse the fogs of London. Insensibly the lawyer
melted. There was no man from whom he kept fewer secrets
than Mr. Guest; and he was not always sure that he kept as
many as he meant. Guest had often been on business to the
doctor’s; he knew Poole; he could scarce have failed to hear of
Mr. Hyde’s familiarity about the house; he might draw conclusions: was it not as well, then, that he should see a letter
which put that mystery to rights? and above all since Guest,
being a great student and critic of handwriting, would consider the step natural and obliging? The clerk, besides, was a
man of counsel; he would scarce read so strange a document
without dropping a remark; and by that remark Mr. Utterson might shape his future course.
‘This is a sad business about Sir Danvers,’ he said.
‘Yes, sir, indeed. It has elicited a great deal of public feeling,’ returned Guest. ‘The man, of course, was mad.’
‘I should like to hear your views on that,’ replied Utterson.
‘I have a document here in his handwriting; it is between
ourselves, for I scarce know what to do about it; it is an ugly
business at the best. But there it is; quite in your way a murderer’s autograph.’
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studied it with passion. ‘No, sir,’ he said: ‘not mad; but it is
an odd hand.’
‘And by all accounts a very odd writer,’ added the lawyer.
Just then the servant entered with a note.
‘Is that from Dr. Jekyll, sir?’ inquired the clerk. ‘I thought
I knew the writing. Anything private, Mr. Utterson?’
‘Only an invitation to dinner. Why? Do you want to see
it?’
‘One moment. I thank you, sir”; and the clerk laid the two
sheets of paper alongside and sedulously compared their
contents. ‘Thank you, sir,’ he said at last, returning both; ‘it’s
a very interesting autograph.’
There was a pause, during which Mr. Utterson struggled
with himself. ‘Why did you compare them, Guest?’ he inquired suddenly.
‘Well, sir,’ returned the clerk, ‘there’s a rather singular resemblance; the two hands are in many points identical: only
differently sloped.’
‘Rather quaint,’ said Utterson.
‘It is, as you say, rather quaint,’ returned Guest.
‘I wouldn’t speak of this note, you know,’ said the master.
‘No, sir,’ said the clerk. ‘I understand.’
But no sooner was Mr. Utterson alone that night than he
locked the note into his safe, where it reposed from that time
forward. ‘What!’ he thought.’ Henry Jekyll forge for a murderer!’ And his blood ran cold in his veins.
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REMARKABLE INCIDENT
OF DR. LANYON
TIME ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward,
for the death of Sir Danvers was resented as a public injury;
but Mr. Hyde had disappeared out of the ken of the police
as though he had never existed. Much of his past was unearthed, indeed, and all disreputable: tales came out of the
man’s cruelty, at once so callous and violent; of his vile life,
of his strange associates, of the hatred that seemed to have
surrounded his career; but of his present whereabouts, not
a whisper. From the time he had left the house in Soho on
the morning of the murder, he was simply blotted out; and
gradually, as time drew on, Mr. Utterson began to recover
from the hotness of his alarm, and to grow more at quiet
with himself. The death of Sir Danvers was, to his way of
thinking, more than paid for by the disappearance of Mr.
Hyde. Now that that evil influence had been withdrawn, a
new life began for Dr. Jekyll. He came out of his seclusion,
renewed relations with his friends, became once more their
familiar guest
and entertainer; and whilst he had always been, known
for charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion.
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sciousness of service; and for more than two months, the
doctor was at peace.
On the 8th of January Utterson had dined at the doctor’s
with a small party; Lanyon had been there; and the face of
the host had looked from one to the other as in the old days
when the trio were inseparable friends. On the 12th, and
again on the 14th, the door was shut against the lawyer. ‘The
doctor was confined to the house,’ Poole said, ‘and saw no
one.’ On the 15th, he tried again, and was again refused;
and having now been used for the last two months to see his
friend almost daily, he found this return of solitude to weigh
upon his spirits. The fifth night he had in Guest to dine with
him; and the sixth he betook himself to Dr. Lanyon’s.
There at least he was not denied admittance; but when
he came in, he was shocked at the change which had taken
place in the doctor’s appearance. He had his death-warrant
written legibly upon his face. The rosy man had grown pale;
his flesh had fallen away; he was visibly balder and older;
and yet it was not so much, these tokens of a swift physical
decay that arrested the lawyer’s notice, as a look in the eye
and quality of manner that seemed to testify to
some deep-seated terror of the mind. It was unlikely that
the doctor should fear death; and yet that was what Utterson was tempted to suspect. ‘Yes,’ he thought; ‘he is a doctor,
he must know his own state and that his days are counted;
and the knowledge is more than he can bear.’ And yet when
Utterson remarked on his ill-looks, it was with an air of
greatness that Lanyon declared himself a doomed man.
‘I have had a shock,’ he said, ‘and I shall never recover. It
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is a question of weeks. Well, life has been pleasant; I liked it;
yes, sir, I used to like it. I sometimes think if we knew all, we
should be more glad to get away.’
‘Jekyll is ill, too,’ observed Utterson. ‘Have you seen
him?’
But Lanyon’s face changed, and he held up a trembling
hand. ‘I wish to see or hear no more of Dr. Jekyll,’ he said in
a loud, unsteady voice. ‘I am quite done with that person;
and I beg that you will spare me any allusion to one whom
I regard as dead.’
‘Tut-tut,’ said Mr. Utterson; and then after a considerable
pause,’ Can’t I do anything?’ he inquired. ‘We are three very
old friends, Lanyon; we shall not live to make others.’
‘Nothing can be done,’ returned Lanyon; ‘ask himself.’
He will not see me,’ said the lawyer.
‘I am not surprised at that,’ was the reply. ‘Some day, Utterson, after I am dead, you may
perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell you. And in the meantime, if you can sit and talk
with me of other things, for God’s sake, stay and do so;
but if you cannot keep clear of this accursed topic, then, in
God’s name, go, for I cannot bear it.’
As soon as he got home, Utterson sat down and wrote
to Jekyll, complaining of his exclusion from the house, and
asking the cause of this unhappy break with Lanyon; and
the next day brought him a long answer, often very pathetically worded, and sometimes darkly mysterious in drift. The
quarrel with Lanyon was incurable. ‘I do not blame our old
friend,’ Jekyll wrote, ‘but I share his view that we must never
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meet. I mean from henceforth to lead a life of extreme seclusion; you must not be surprised, nor must you doubt my
friendship, if my door is often shut even to you. You must
suffer me to go my own dark way. I have brought on myself
a punishment and a danger that I cannot name. If I am the
chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. I could not
think that this earth contained a place for sufferings and
terrors so unmanning; and you can do but one thing, Utterson, to lighten this destiny, and that is to respect my silence.’
Utterson was amazed; the dark influence of Hyde had been
withdrawn, the doctor had returned to his old tasks and
amities; a week ago, the prospect had smiled with every
promise of a cheerful and an honoured age;
and now in a moment, friendship, and peace of mind,
and the whole tenor of his life were wrecked. So great and
unprepared a change pointed to madness; but in view of
Lanyon’s manner and words, there must lie for it some
deeper ground.
A week afterwards Dr. Lanyon took to his bed, and in
something less than a fortnight he was dead. The night after
the funeral, at which he had been sadly affected, Utterson
locked the door of his business room, and sitting there by
the light of a melancholy candle, drew out and set before
him an envelope addressed by the hand and sealed with the
seal of his dead friend. ‘PRIVATE: for the hands of G. J. Utterson ALONE and in case of his predecease to be destroyed
unread,’ so it was emphatically superscribed; and the lawyer
dreaded to behold the contents. ‘I have buried one friend today,’ he thought: ‘what if this should cost me another?’ And
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then he condemned the fear as a disloyalty, and broke the
seal. Within there was another enclosure, likewise sealed,
and marked upon the cover as ‘not to be opened till the
death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll.’ Utterson could
not trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as
in the mad will which he had long ago restored to its author,
here again were the idea of a disappearance and the name of
Henry Jekyll bracketed. But in the will, that idea had sprung
from the sinister suggestion of
the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too
plain and horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what
should it mean? A great curiosity came on the trustee, to
disregard the prohibition and dive at once to the bottom
of these mysteries; but professional honour and faith to his
dead friend were stringent obligations; and the packet slept
in the inmost corner of his private safe.
It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer
it; and it may be doubted if, from that day forth, Utterson
desired the society of his surviving friend with the same eagerness. He thought of him kindly; but his thoughts were
disquieted and fearful. He went to call indeed; but he was
perhaps relieved to be denied admittance; perhaps, in his
heart, he preferred to speak with Poole upon the doorstep
and surrounded by the air and sounds of the open city, rather than to be admitted into that house of voluntary bondage,
and to sit and speak with its inscrutable recluse. Poole had,
indeed, no very pleasant news to communicate. The doctor, it appeared, now more than ever confined himself to
the cabinet over the laboratory, where he would sometimes
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even sleep; he was out of spirits, he had grown very silent,
he did not read; it seemed as if he had something on his
mind. Utterson became so used to the unvarying character
of these reports, that he fell off little by little in the frequency of his visits.
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INCIDENT AT THE
WINDOW
IT chanced on Sunday, when Mr. Utterson was on his
usual walk with Mr. Enfield, that their way lay once again
through the by-street; and that when they came in front of
the door, both stopped to gaze on it.
‘Well,’ said Enfield, ‘that story’s at an end at least. We
shall never see more of Mr. Hyde.’
‘I hope not,’ said Utterson. ‘Did I ever tell you that I once
saw him, and shared your feeling of repulsion?’
‘It was impossible to do the one without the other,’ returned Enfield. ‘And by the way, what an ass you must have
thought me, not to know that this was a back way to Dr. Jekyll’s! It was partly your own fault that I found it out, even
when I did.’
‘So you found it out, did you?’ said Utterson. ‘But if that
be so, we may step into the court and take a look at the windows. To tell you the truth, I am uneasy about poor Jekyll;
and even outside, I feel as if the presence of a friend might
do him good.’
The court was very cool and a little damp, and full of premature twilight, although the sky, high up overhead, was
still bright with sunset. The middle one of the three windows was half-way open; and sitting close beside it, taking
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the air with an infinite sadness of mien, like some disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw Dr. Jekyll.
‘What! Jekyll!’ he cried. ‘I trust you are better.’
‘I am very low, Utterson,’ replied the doctor, drearily,
‘very low. It will not last long, thank God.’
‘You stay too much indoors,’ said the lawyer. ‘You should
be out, whipping up the circulation like Mr. Enfield and me.
(This is my cousin — Mr. Enfield — Dr. Jekyll.) Come, now;
get your hat and take a quick turn with us.’
‘You are very good,’ sighed the other. ‘I should like to
very much; but no, no, no, it is quite impossible; I dare not.
But indeed, Utterson, I am very glad to see you; this is really
a great pleasure; I would ask you and Mr. Enfield up, but the
place is really not fit.’
‘Why then,’ said the lawyer, good-naturedly, ‘the best
thing we can do is to stay down here and speak with you
from where we are.’
‘That is just what I was about to venture to propose,’ returned the doctor with a smite. But the words were hardly
uttered, before the smile was struck out of his face and succeeded
by an expression of such abject terror and despair, as
froze the very blood of the two gentlemen below. They saw
it but for a glimpse, for the window was instantly thrust
down; but that glimpse had been sufficient, and they turned
and left the court without a word. In silence, too, they traversed the by-street; and it was not until they had come into
a neighbouring thoroughfare, where even upon a Sunday
there were still some stirrings of life, that Mr. Utterson at
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last turned and looked at his companion. They were both
pale; and there was an answering horror in their eyes.
‘God forgive us, God forgive us,’ said Mr. Utterson.
But Mr. Enfield only nodded his head very seriously and
walked on once more in silence.
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THE LAST NIGHT
MR. UTTERSON was sitting by his fireside one evening
after dinner, when he was surprised to receive a visit from
Poole.
‘Bless me, Poole, what brings you here?’ he cried; and
then taking a second look at him, ‘What ails you?’ he added;
‘is the doctor ill?’
‘Mr. Utterson,’ said the man,’ there is something wrong.’
Take a seat, and here is a glass of wine for you,’ said the
lawyer. ‘Now, take your time, and tell me plainly what you
want.’
‘You know the doctor’s ways, sir,’ replied Poole, ‘and how
he shuts himself up. Well, he’s shut up again in the cabinet;
and I don’t like it, sir I wish I may die if I like it. Mr. Utterson, sir, I’m afraid.’
‘Now, my good man,’ said the lawyer, ‘be explicit. What
are you afraid of?’
‘I’ve been afraid for about a week,’ returned Poole,
doggedly disregarding the question, ‘and I can bear it no
more.’
The man’s appearance amply bore out his
words; his manner was altered for the worse; and except
for the moment when he had first announced his terror, he
had not once looked the lawyer in the face. Even now, he sat
with the glass of wine untasted on his knee, and his eyes
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directed to a corner of the floor. ‘I can bear it no more,’ he
repeated.
‘Come,’ said the lawyer, ‘I see you have some good reason, Poole; I see there is something seriously amiss. Try to
tell me what it is.’
‘I think there’s been foul play,’ said Poole, hoarsely.
‘Foul play!’ cried the lawyer, a good deal frightened and
rather inclined to be irritated in consequence. ‘What foul
play? What does the man mean?’
‘I daren’t say, sir’ was the answer; ‘but will you come
along with me and see for yourself?’
Mr. Utterson’s only answer was to rise and get his hat
and great-coat; but he observed with wonder the greatness
of the relief that appeared upon the butler’s face, and perhaps with no less, that the wine was still untasted when he
set it down to follow.
It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale
moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her,
and a flying wrack of the most diaphanous and lawny texture. The wind made talking difficult, and flecked the blood
into the face. It seemed to have swept the
streets unusually bare of passengers, besides; for Mr. Utterson thought he had never seen that part of London so
deserted. He could have wished it otherwise; never in his
life had he been conscious of so sharp a wish to see and
touch his fellow-creatures; for struggle as he might, there
was borne in upon his mind a crushing anticipation of
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ing themselves along the railing. Poole, who had kept all
the way a pace or two ahead, now pulled up in the middle of
the pavement, and in spite of the biting weather, took off his
hat and mopped his brow with a red pocket-handkerchief.
But for all the hurry of his cowing, these were not the dews
of exertion that he wiped away, but the moisture of some
strangling anguish; for his face was white and his voice,
when he spoke, harsh and broken.
‘Well, sir,’ he said, ‘here we are, and God grant there be
nothing wrong.’
‘Amen, Poole,’ said the lawyer.
Thereupon the servant knocked in a very guarded manner; the door was opened on the chain; and a voice asked
from within, ‘Is that you, Poole?’
‘It’s all right,’ said Poole. ‘Open the door.’ The hall, when
they entered it, was brightly lighted up; the fire was built
high; and about the hearth the whole of the servants, men
and
women, stood huddled together like a flock of sheep. At
the sight of Mr. Utterson, the housemaid broke into hysterical whimpering; and the cook, crying out, ‘Bless God! it’s
Mr. Utterson,’ ran forward as if to take him in her arms.
‘What, what? Are you all here?’ said the lawyer peevishly.
‘Very irregular, very unseemly; your master would be far
from pleased.’
‘They’re all afraid,’ said Poole.
Blank silence followed, no one protesting; only the maid
lifted up her voice and now wept loudly.
‘Hold your tongue!’ Poole said to her, with a ferocity of
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accent that testified to his own jangled nerves; and indeed,
when the girl had so suddenly raised the note of her lamentation, they had all started and turned toward the inner
door with faces of dreadful expectation. ‘And now,’ continued the butler, addressing the knife-boy, ‘reach me a candle,
and we’ll get this through hands at once.’ And then he
begged Mr. Utterson to follow him, and led the way to the
back-garden.
‘Now, sir,’ said he, ‘you come as gently as you can. I want
you to hear, and I don’t want you to be heard. And see here,
sir, if by any chance he was to ask you in, don’t go.’
Mr. Utterson’s nerves, at this unlooked-for termination,
gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance; but he
re-collected his courage
and followed the butler into the laboratory building and
through the surgical theatre, with its lumber of crates and
bottles, to the foot of the stair. Here Poole motioned him to
stand on one side and listen; while he himself, setting down
the candle and making a great and obvious call on his resolution, mounted the steps and knocked with a somewhat
uncertain hand on the red baize of the cabinet door.
‘Mr. Utterson, sir, asking to see you, ‘he called; and even
as he did so, once more violently signed to the lawyer to
give ear.
A voice answered from within: ‘Tell him I cannot see any
one,’ it said complainingly.
‘Thank you, sir,’ said Poole, with a note of something like
triumph in his voice; and taking up his candle, he led Mr.
Utterson back across the yard and into the great kitchen,
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where the fire was out and the beetles were leaping on the
floor.
‘Sir,’ he said, looking Mr. Utterson in the eyes,’ was that
my master’s voice?’
‘It seems much changed,’ replied the lawyer, very pale,
but giving look for look.
‘Changed? Well, yes, I think so,’ said the butler. ‘Have I
been twenty years in this man’s house, to be deceived about
his voice? No, sir; master’s made away with; he was made,
away with eight days ago, when we heard him cry out upon
the name of God; and who’s in there instead of him, and
why it stays there, is a thing that cries to Heaven, Mr. Utterson!’
‘This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild
tale, my man,’ said Mr. Utterson, biting his finger. ‘Suppose
it were as you suppose, supposing Dr. Jekyll to have been
— well, murdered, what could induce the murderer to stay?
That won’t hold water; it doesn’t commend itself to reason.’
‘Well, Mr. Utterson, you are a hard man to satisfy, but
I’ll do it yet,’ said Poole. ‘All this last week (you must know)
him, or it, or whatever it is that lives in that cabinet, has
been crying night and day for some sort of medicine and
cannot get it to his mind. It was sometimes his way — the
master’s, that is — to write his orders on a sheet of paper
and throw it on the stair. We’ve had nothing else this week
back; nothing but papers, and a closed door, and the very
meals left there to be smuggled in when nobody was looking. Well, sir, every day, ay, and twice and thrice in the same
day, there have been orders and complaints, and I have been
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sent flying to all the wholesale chemists in town. Every time
I brought the stuff back, there would be another paper telling me to return it, because it was not pure, and another
order to a different firm. This drug is wanted bitter bad, sir,
whatever for.’
‘Have you any of these papers?’ asked Mr. Utterson.
Poole felt in his pocket and handed out a crumpled note,
which the lawyer, bending nearer
to the candle, carefully examined. Its contents ran thus:
‘Dr. Jekyll presents his compliments to Messrs. Maw. He assures them that their last sample is impure and quite useless
for his present purpose. In the year 18 — , Dr. J. purchased
a somewhat large quantity from Messrs. M. He now begs
them to search with the most sedulous care, and should any
of the same quality be left, to forward it to him at once. Expense is no consideration. The importance of this to Dr. J.
can hardly be exaggerated.’ So far the letter had run composedly enough, but here with a sudden splutter of the pen,
the writer’s emotion had broken loose. ‘For God’s sake,’ he
had added, ‘find me some of the old.’
‘This is a strange note,’ said Mr. Utterson; and then
sharply, ‘How do you come to have it open?’
‘The man at Maw’s was main angry, sir, and he threw it
back to me like so much dirt,’ returned Poole.
‘This is unquestionably the doctor’s hand, do you know?’
resumed the lawyer.
‘I thought it looked like it,’ said the servant rather sulkily;
and then, with another voice, ‘But what matters hand-ofwrite? ‘ he said. ‘I’ve seen him!’
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‘Seen him?’ repeated Mr. Utterson. ‘Well?’
‘That’s it!’ said Poole. ‘It was this way. I came suddenly
into the theatre from the
garden. It seems he had slipped out to look for this drug
or whatever it is; for the cabinet door was open, and there he
was at the far end of the room digging among the crates. He
looked up when I came in, gave a kind of cry, and whipped
up-stairs into the cabinet. It was but for one minute that I
saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if
that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face? If it
was my master, why did he cry out like a rat, and run from
me? I have served him long enough. And then...’ The man
paused and passed his hand over his face.
‘These are all very strange circumstances,’ said Mr. Utterson, ‘but I think I begin to see daylight. Your master,
Poole, is plainly seised with one of those maladies that both
torture and deform the sufferer; hence, for aught I know,
the alteration of his voice; hence the mask and the avoidance of his friends; hence his eagerness to find this drug,
by means of which the poor soul retains some hope of ultimate recovery — God grant that he be not deceived! There
is my explanation; it is sad enough, Poole, ay, and appalling
to consider; but it is plain and natural, hangs well together,
and delivers us from all exorbitant alarms.’
‘Sir,’ said the butler, turning to a sort of mottled pallor,
‘that thing was not my master, and there’s the truth. My
master’ here he looked round him and began to whisper —
‘is
a tall, fine build of a man, and this was more of a dwarf.’
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Utterson attempted to protest. ‘O, sir,’ cried Poole, ‘do you
think I do not know my master after twenty years? Do you
think I do not know where his head comes to in the cabinet
door, where I saw him every morning of my life? No, Sir,
that thing in the mask was never Dr. Jekyll — God knows
what it was, but it was never Dr. Jekyll; and it is the belief of
my heart that there was murder done.’
‘Poole,’ replied the lawyer, ‘if you say that, it will become
my duty to make certain. Much as I desire to spare your
master’s feelings, much as I am puzzled by this note which
seems to prove him to be still alive, I shall consider it my
duty to break in that door.’
Ah Mr. Utterson, that’s talking!’ cried the butler.
‘And now comes the second question,’ resumed Utterson: ‘Who Is going to do it?’
‘Why, you and me,’ was the undaunted reply.
‘That’s very well said,’ returned the lawyer; ‘and whatever comes of it, I shall make it my business to see you are
no loser.’
‘There is an axe in the theatre, continued Poole; ‘and you
might take the kitchen poker for yourself.’
The lawyer took that rude but weighty instrument into
his hand, and balanced it. ‘Do you know, Poole,’ he said,
looking up, ‘that
you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of
some peril?’
‘You may say so, sir, indeed,’ returned the butler.
‘It is well, then, that we should be frank,’ said the other.
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breast. This masked figure that you saw, did you recognise
it?’
‘Well, sir, it went so quick, and the creature was so doubled up, that I could hardly swear to that,’ was the answer.
‘But if you mean, was it Mr. Hyde? — why, yes, I think it
was! You see, it was much of the same bigness; and it had
the same quick, light way with it; and then who else could
have got in by the laboratory door? You have not forgot, sir
that at the time of the murder he had still the key with him?
But that’s not all. I don’t know, Mr. Utterson, if ever you met
this Mr. Hyde?’
‘Yes,’ said the lawyer, ‘I once spoke with him.’
‘Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there
was something queer about that gentleman — something
that gave a man a turn — I don’t know rightly how to say it,
sir, beyond this: that you felt it in your marrow kind of cold
and thin.’
‘I own I felt something of what you describe,’ said Mr.
Utterson.
‘Quite so, sir,’ returned Poole. ‘Well, when
that masked thing like a monkey jumped from among
the chemicals and whipped into the cabinet, it went down
my spine like ice. Oh, I know it’s not evidence, Mr. Utterson. I’m book-learned enough for that; but a man has his,
feelings, and I give you my Bible-word it was Mr. Hyde!’
‘Ay, ay,’ said the lawyer. ‘My fears incline to the same
point. Evil, I fear, founded — evil was sure to come — of that
connection. Ay, truly, I believe you; I believe poor Harry is
killed; and I believe his murderer (for what purpose, God
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alone can tell) is still lurking in his victim’s room. Well, let
our name be vengeance. Call Bradshaw.’
The footman came at the summons, very white and nervous.
Pull yourself together, Bradshaw,’ said the lawyer. ‘This
suspense, I know, is telling upon all of you; but it is now our
intention to make an end of it. Poole, here, and I are going to
force our way into the cabinet. If all is well, my shoulders are
broad enough to bear the blame. Meanwhile, lest anything
should really be amiss, or any malefactor seek to escape by
the back, you and the boy must go round the corner with
a pair of good sticks and take your post at the laboratory
door. We give you ten minutes to get to your stations.’
As Bradshaw left, the lawyer looked at his watch. ‘And
now, Poole, let us get to ours,’
he said; and taking the poker under his arm, led the way
into the yard. The scud had banked over the moon, and it
was now quite dark. The wind, which only broke in puffs
and draughts into that deep well of building, tossed the
light of the candle to and fro about their steps, until they
came into the shelter of the theatre, where they sat down
silently to wait. London hummed solemnly all around; but
nearer at hand, the stillness was only broken by the sounds
of a footfall moving to and fro along the cabinet floor.
‘So it will walk all day, Sir,’ whispered Poole; ‘ay, and the
better part of the night. Only when a new sample comes
from the chemist, there’s a bit of a break. Ah, it’s an ill conscience that’s such an enemy to rest! Ah, sir, there’s blood
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— put your heart in your ears, Mr. Utterson, and tell me, is
that the doctor’s foot?’
The steps fell lightly and oddly, with a certain swing,
for all they went so slowly; it was different indeed from the
heavy creaking tread of Henry Jekyll. Utterson sighed. ‘Is
there never anything else?’ he asked.
Poole nodded. ‘Once,’ he said. ‘Once I heard it weeping!’
‘Weeping? how that?’ said the lawyer, conscious of a sudden chill of horror.
‘Weeping like a woman or a lost soul,’ said
the butler. ‘I came away with that upon my heart, that I
could have wept too.’
But now the ten minutes drew to an end. Poole disinterred the axe from under a stack of packing straw; the
candle was set upon the nearest table to light them to the
attack; and they drew near with bated breath to where that
patient foot was still going up and down, up and down, in
the quiet of the night.
‘Jekyll,’ cried Utterson, with a loud voice, ‘I demand to
see you.’ He paused a moment, but there came no reply. ‘I
give you fair warning, our suspicions are aroused, and I
must and shall see you,’ he resumed; ‘if not by fair means,
then by foul! if not of your consent, then by brute force!’
‘Utterson,’ said the voice, ‘for God’s sake, have mercy!’
Ah, that’s not Jekyll’s voice — it’s Hyde’s!’ cried Utterson.
‘Down with the door, Poole!’
Poole swung the axe over his shoulder; the blow shook
the building, and the red baise door leaped against the lock
and hinges. A dismal screech, as of mere animal terror, rang
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from the cabinet. Up went the axe again, and again the panels crashed and the frame bounded; four times the blow fell;
but the wood was tough and the fittings were of excellent
workmanship; and it was not until the fifth, that the lock
burst in sunder and the wreck of the door fell inwards on
the carpet.
The besiegers, appalled by their own riot and the stillness
that had succeeded, stood back a little and peered in. There
lay the cabinet before their eyes in the quiet lamplight, a
good fire glowing and chattering on the hearth, the kettle
singing its thin strain, a drawer or two open, papers neatly set forth on the business-table, and nearer the fire, the
things laid out for tea: the quietest room, you would have
said, and, but for the glased presses full of chemicals, the
most commonplace that night in London.
Right in the midst there lay the body of a man sorely
contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe,
turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde.
He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of
the doctor’s bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a
semblance of life, but life was quite gone; and by the crushed
phial in the hand and the strong smell of kernels that hung
upon the air, Utterson knew that he was looking on the
body of a self-destroyer.
‘We have come too late,’ he said sternly, ‘whether to save
or punish. Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains
for us to find the body of your master.’
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ry and was lighted from above, and by the cabinet, which
formed an upper story at one end and looked upon the
court. A corridor joined the theatre to the door on the
by-street; and with this the cabinet communicated separately by a second flight of stairs. There were besides a few
dark closets and a spacious cellar. All these they now thoroughly examined. Each closet needed but a glance, for all
were empty, and all, by the dust that fell from their doors,
had stood long unopened. The cellar, indeed, was filled
with crazy lumber, mostly dating from the times of the surgeon who was Jekyll’s predecessor; but even as they opened
the door they were advertised of the uselessness of further
search, by the fall of a perfect mat of cobweb which had for
years sealed up the entrance. Nowhere was there any trace
of Henry Jekyll, dead or alive.
Poole stamped on the flags of the corridor. ‘ He must be
buried here,’ he said, hearkening to the sound.
‘Or he may have fled,’ said Utterson, and he turned to
examine the door in the by-street. It was locked; and lying near by on the flags, they found the key, already stained
with rust.
‘This does not look like use,’ observed the lawyer.
‘Use!’ echoed Poole. ‘Do you not see, sir, it is broken?
much as if a man had stamped on it.’
‘Ay,’ continued Utterson,’ and the fractures, too, are
rusty.’ The two men looked at each other with a scare. ‘This
is beyond me,
Poole,’ said the lawyer. ‘Let us go back to the cabinet.’
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casional awe-struck glance at the dead body, proceeded
more thoroughly to examine the contents of the cabinet. At
one table, there were traces of chemical work, various measured heaps of some white salt being laid on glass saucers, as
though for an experiment in which the unhappy man had
been prevented.
‘That is the same drug that I was always bringing him,’
said Poole; and even as he spoke, the kettle with a startling
noise boiled over.
This brought them to the fireside, where the easy-chair
was drawn cosily up, and the teathings stood ready to the
sitter’s elbow, the very sugar in the cup. There were several
books on a shelf; one lay beside the tea-things open, and
Utterson was amazed to find it a copy of a pious work, for
which Jekyll had several times expressed a great esteem, annotated, in his own hand, with startling blasphemies.
Next, in the course of their review of the chamber, the
searchers came to the cheval glass, into whose depths they
looked with an involuntary horror. But it was so turned as
to show them nothing but the rosy glow playing on the roof,
the fire sparkling in a hundred repetitions along the glazed
front of the presses, and their own pale and fearful countenances stooping to look in.
‘This glass have seen some strange things, sir,’ whispered
Poole.
‘And surely none stranger than itself,’ echoed the lawyer
in the same tones. ‘For what did Jekyll’ — he caught himself
up at the word with a start, and then conquering the weakness — ‘what could Jekyll want with it?’ he said.
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‘You may say that!’ said Poole. Next they turned to the
business-table. On the desk among the neat array of papers,
a large envelope was uppermost, and bore, in the doctor’s
hand, the name of Mr. Utterson. The lawyer unsealed it,
and several enclosures fell to the floor. The first was a will,
drawn in the same eccentric terms as the one which he had
returned six months before, to serve as a testament in case
of death and as a deed of gift in case of disappearance; but,
in place of the name of Edward Hyde, the lawyer, with indescribable amazement, read the name of Gabriel John
Utterson. He looked at Poole, and then back at the paper,
and last of all at the dead malefactor stretched upon the carpet.
‘My head goes round,’ he said. ‘He has been all these
days in possession; he had no cause to like me; he must have
raged to see himself displaced; and he has not destroyed this
document.’
He caught up the next paper; it was a brief note in the
doctor’s hand and dated at the top.
‘O Poole!’ the lawyer cried, ‘he was alive and here this
day. He cannot have been disposed of in so short a space, he
must be still alive, he must have fled! And then, why fled?
and how? and in that case, can we venture to declare this
suicide? Oh, we must be careful. I foresee that we may yet
involve your master in some dire catastrophe.’
‘Why don’t you read it, sir?’ asked Poole.
‘Because I fear,’ replied the lawyer solemnly. ‘ God grant
I have no cause for it!’ And with that he brought the paper
to his eyes and read as follows:
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‘MY DEAR UTTERSON, — When this shall fall into
your hands, I shall have disappeared, under what circumstances I have not the penetration to foresee, but my instinct
and all the circumstances of my nameless situation tell me
that the end is sure and must be early. Go then, and first
read the narrative which Lanyon warned me he was to place
in your hands; and if you care to hear more, turn to the confession of
Your
unworthy
and
unhappy
friend,
HENRY JEKYLL.’
‘There was a third enclosure?’ asked Utterson.
‘Here, sir,’ said Poole, and gave into his hands a considerable packet sealed in several places.
The lawyer put it in his pocket. ‘I would say nothing of
this paper. If your master has fled or is dead, we may at least
save his credit. It is now ten; I must go home and read these
documents in quiet; but I shall be back before midnight,
when we shall send for the police.’
They went out, locking the door of the theatre behind
them; and Utterson, once more leaving the servants gathered about the fire in the hall, trudged back to his office to
read the two narratives in which this mystery was now to
be explained.
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DR. LANYON’S NARRATIVE
ON the ninth of January, now four days ago, I received by
the evening delivery a registered envelope, addressed in the
hand of my colleague and old school-companion, Henry Jekyll. I was a good deal surprised by this; for we were by no
means in the habit of correspondence; I had seen the man,
dined with him, indeed, the night before; and I could imagine nothing in our intercourse that should justify formality
of registration. The contents increased my wonder; for this
is how the letter ran:
‘10th December, 18 —
‘DEAR LANYON, You are one of my oldest friends; and
although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in
our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said
to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon
you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you.
Lanyon, my life, my honour my reason, are all at your mercy;
if you fail me to-night I am lost. You might suppose, after
this preface, that I am going to ask you for something dishonourable to grant. Judge for yourself.
‘I want you to postpone all other engagements for tonight — ay, even if you were summoned to the bedside of
an emperor; to take a cab, unless your carriage should be
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actually at the door; and with this letter in your hand for
consultation, to drive straight to my house. Poole, my butler,
has his orders; you will find, him waiting your arrival with a
locksmith. The door of my cabinet is then to be forced: and
you are to go in alone; to open the glazed press (letter E) on
the left hand, breaking the lock if it be shut; and to draw out,
with all its contents as they stand, the fourth drawer from
the top or (which is the same thing) the third from the bottom. In my extreme distress of wind, I have a morbid fear of
misdirecting you; but even if I am in error, you may know
the right drawer by its contents: some powders, a phial and a
paper book. This drawer I beg of you to carry back with you
to Cavendish Square exactly as it stands.
‘That is the first part of the service: now for the second.
You should be back, if you set out at once on the receipt of
this, long before midnight; but I will leave you that amount
of margin, not only in the fear of one of those obstacles that
can neither be prevented nor foreseen, but because an hour when your servants are in
bed is to be preferred for what will then remain to do. At
midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone in your consulting-room, to admit with your own hand into the house
a man who will present himself in my name, and to place in
his hands the drawer that you will have brought with you
from my cabinet. Then you will have played your part and
earned my gratitude completely. Five minutes afterwards, if
you insist upon an explanation, you will have understood
that these arrangements are of capital importance; and that
by the neglect of one of them, fantastic as they must appear,
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you might have charged your conscience with my death or
the shipwreck of my reason.
‘Confident as I am that you will not trifle with this appeal, my heart sinks and my hand trembles at the bare
thought of such a possibility. Think of me at this hour, in a
strange place, labouring under a blackness of distress that
no fancy can exaggerate, and yet well aware that, if you will
but punctually serve me, my troubles will roll away like
a story that is told. Serve me, my dear Lanyon, and save
Your friend, H. J.’
‘P. S. I had already sealed this up when a fresh terror
struck upon my soul. It is possible that the postoffice may
fail me, and this letter
not come into your hands until to-morrow morning. In
that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most
convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more
expect my messenger at midnight. It may then already be
too late; and if that night passes without event, you will
know that you have seen the last of Henry Jekyll.’
Upon the reading of this letter, I made sure my colleague
was insane; but till that was proved beyond the possibility
of doubt, I felt bound to do as he requested. The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge
of its importance; and an appeal so worded could not be
set aside without a grave responsibility. I rose accordingly
from table, got into a hansom, and drove straight to Jekyll’s
house. The butler was awaiting my arrival; he had received
by the same post as mine a registered letter of instruction,
and had sent at once for a locksmith and a carpenter. The
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tradesmen came while we were yet speaking; and we moved
in a body to old Dr. Denman’s surgical theatre, from which
(as you are doubtless aware) Jekyll’s private cabinet is most
conveniently entered. The door was very strong, the lock excellent; the carpenter avowed he would have great trouble
and have to do much damage, if force were to be used; and
the locksmith was near despair. But this last was a handy
fellow,
and after two hours’ work, the door stood open. The
press marked E was unlocked; and I took out the drawer,
had it filled up with straw and tied in a sheet, and returned
with it to Cavendish Square.
Here I proceeded to examine its contents. The powders
were neatly enough made up, but not with the nicety of the
dispensing chemist; so that it was plain they were of Jekyll’s
private manufacture; and when I opened one of the wrappers I found what seemed to me a simple crystalline salt of
a white colour. The phial, to which I next turned my attention, might have been about half-full of a blood-red liquor,
which was highly pungent to the sense of smell and seemed
to me to contain phosphorus and some volatile ether. At the
other ingredients I could make no guess. The book was an
ordinary version-book and contained little but a series of
dates. These covered a period of many years, but I observed
that the entries ceased nearly a year ago and quite abruptly. Here and there a brief remark was appended to a date,
usually no more than a single word: ‘double’ occurring perhaps six times in a total of several hundred entries; and once
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clamation, ‘total failure!!!’ All this, though it whetted my
curiosity, told me little that was definite. Here were a phial
of some tincture, a paper of some salt, and the record of a
series of experiments that had led (like too many of Jekyll’s investigations) to no end of practical usefulness. How could the
presence of these articles in my house affect either the honour, the sanity, or the life of my flighty colleague? If his
messenger could go to one place, why could he not go to
another? And even granting some impediment, why was
this gentleman to be received by me in secret? The more I
reflected the more convinced I grew that I was dealing with
a case of cerebral disease: and though I dismissed my servants to bed, I loaded an old revolver, that I might be found
in some posture of self-defence.
Twelve o’clock had scarce rung out over London, ere the
knocker sounded very gently on the door. I went myself at
the summons, and found a small man crouching against the
pillars of the portico.
‘Are you come from Dr. Jekyll?’ I asked.
He told me ‘yes’ by a constrained gesture; and when I had
bidden him enter, he did not obey me without a searching
backward glance into the darkness of the square. There was
a policeman not far off, advancing with his bull’s eye open;
and at the sight, I thought my visitor started and made
greater haste.
These particulars struck me, I confess, disagreeably; and
as I followed him into the bright light of the consultingroom, I kept my hand ready on my weapon. Here, at last,
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I had a
chance of clearly seeing him. I had never set eyes on him
before, so much was certain. He was small, as I have said; I
was struck besides with the shocking expression of his face,
with his remarkable combination of great muscular activity
and great apparent debility of constitution, and — last but
not least — with the odd, subjective disturbance caused by
his neighbourhood. This bore some resemblance to incipient rigour, and was accompanied by a marked sinking of
the pulse. At the time, I set it down to some idiosyncratic,
personal distaste, and merely wondered at the acuteness of
the symptoms; but I have since had reason to believe the
cause to lie much deeper in the nature of man, and to turn
on some nobler hinge than the principle of hatred.
This person (who had thus, from the first moment of his
entrance, struck in me what I can only describe as a disgustful curiosity) was dressed in a fashion that would have made
an ordinary person laughable; his clothes, that is to say, although they were of rich and sober fabric, were enormously
too large for him in every measurement — the trousers
hanging on his legs and rolled up to keep them from the
ground, the waist of the coat below his haunches, and the
collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders. Strange to relate, this ludicrous accoutrement was far from moving me
to laughter. Rather, as there was something abnormal and
misbegotten in the very essence of the creature that now faced
me — something seizing, surprising, and revolting — this
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