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STORY OF THE DOOR
SEARCH FOR MR. HYDE
DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE
THE CAREW MURDER CASE
INCIDENT OF THE LETTER
REMARKABLE INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON
INCIDENT AT THE WINDOW
THE LAST NIGHT
DR. LANYON'S NARRATIVE
HENRY JEKYLL'S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE
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 afterdinner 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 downgoing 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 undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship
seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of goodnature. It is the mark of a modest man to accept his
friendly circle readymade 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 wellknown 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 bystreet in a busy quarter of London. The
street was small and what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving trade on the weekdays. 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 empty of
passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest; and with its freshly
painted shutters, wellpolished brasses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and
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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 bystreet; 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 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 viewhalloa, 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 cutanddry apothecary, of no particular
age and colour, with a strong Edinburgh accent, 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,
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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, 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."
"Tuttut," 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.
Blackmail, I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth.
BlackMail 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?"
"A likely place, isn't it?" returned Mr. Enfield. "But I happen 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 backgarden 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 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."
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"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
extraordinarylooking 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 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."
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 readingdesk, 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 businessroom. 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 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.
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"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 greatcoat, 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 diningroom 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 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 preoccupied 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 my time."
That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried 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
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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 streetcorner crush a child and leave her screaming. And still the figure had no
face by which he might know 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 bystreet 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 bystreet 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 clearly audible
on either side of the roadway; and the rumour 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; 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?"
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"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."
"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 some thing 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 bystreet, there was a square of ancient, handsome houses, now for the most part
decayed from their high estate and let in flats and chambers to all sorts and conditions of men:
mapengravers, 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 fanlight, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked.
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A welldressed, 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, lowroofed, 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 tonight 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 dissectingroom door, Poole," he said. "Is that right, when Dr. Jekyll is
from home?"
"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, goodnight, Poole."
"Goodnight, 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 selflove 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 JackintheBox 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, 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.
DR. JEKYLL WAS QUITE AT EASE
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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 lighthearted and the loosetongued 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, wellmade, smoothfaced 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?"
A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful; but the doctor carried it off gaily. "My
poor Utterson," 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 hidebound 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
hidebound 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 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
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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."
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 upstairs 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 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 oldworld kindness of disposition,
yet with something high too, as of a wellfounded selfcontent. 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 apelike 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 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.
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"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 wickedlooking, is what the maid calls him," said the officer.
Mr. Utterson reflected; and then, raising his head, "If you 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 chocolatecoloured 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 backend 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 reinvasion 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 eatinghouse, 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 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 ivoryfaced and silveryhaired 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."
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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, who was much of a connoisseur; and the carpets were of 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; lockfast 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 buttend of a green chequebook, 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 servantmaid 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.
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 grate; a lamp was set lighted on the chimney shelf, for even 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 diningroom."
"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."
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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.
"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 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 today: 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
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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 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."
Guest's eyes brightened, and he sat down at once and 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.
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"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.
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. He was busy, he was much in the open air, he did
good; his face seemed to open and brighten, as if with an inward consciousness 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 deathwarrant 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 deepseated 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 illlooks, 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 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
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allusion to one whom I regard as dead."
"Tuttut," 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 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 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.
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 bystreet; 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 halfway open; and sitting close
beside it, taking 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, goodnaturedly, "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 bystreet; 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 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.
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But Mr. Enfield only nodded his head very seriously and walked on once more in silence.
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 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 greatcoat; 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 fellowcreatures; for struggle
as he might, there was borne in upon his mind a crushing anticipation of calamity. The square, when they got
there, was all full of wind and dust, and the thin trees in the garden were lashing 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
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spite of the biting weather, took off his hat and mopped his brow with a red pockethandkerchief. 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 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
knifeboy, "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 backgarden.
"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 unlookedfor termination, gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance;
but he recollected 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, 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.
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"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 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
handofwrite? " he said. "I've seen him!"
"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
upstairs 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.
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"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." 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. "We both think more than we have said; let us make
a clean 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."
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"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 booklearned enough for that; but a man has his, feelings, and I give you my Bibleword 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 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 foully shed in every step of it! But hark again, a little closer 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!"
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"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 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 businesstable,
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 selfdestroyer.
"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."
The far greater proportion of the building was occupied by the theatre, which filled almost the whole ground
story 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 bystreet; 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 bystreet. 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."
They mounted the stair in silence, and still with an occasional awestruck glance at the dead body, proceeded
more thoroughly to examine the contents of the cabinet. At one table, there were traces of chemical work,
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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 easychair 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
teathings 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.
"You may say that!" said Poole. Next they turned to the businesstable. 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:
"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,
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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.
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 schoolcompanion, 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 tonight 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 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
consultingroom, 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, you might have charged your conscience with my death
or the shipwreck of my reason.
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"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 tomorrow 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 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 halffull of a bloodred 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 versionbook 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 very early in the list and
followed by several marks of exclamation, "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 selfdefence.
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.
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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, 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
fresh disparity seemed but to fit in with and to reinforce it; so that to my interest in the man's nature and
character, there was added a curiosity as to his origin, his life, his fortune and status in the world.
These observations, though they have taken so great a space to be set down in, were yet the work of a few
seconds. My visitor was, indeed, on fire with sombre excitement.
"Have you got it?" he cried. "Have you got it?" And so lively was his impatience that he even laid his hand
upon my arm and sought to shake me.
I put him back, conscious at his touch of a certain icy pang along my blood. "Come, sir," said I. "You forget
that I have not yet the pleasure of your acquaintance. Be seated, if you please." And I showed him an
example, and sat down myself in my customary seat and with as fair an imitation of my ordinary manner to a
patient, as the lateness of the hour, the nature of my preoccupations, and the horror I had of my visitor,
would suffer me to muster.
"I beg your pardon, Dr. Lanyon," he replied civilly enough. "What you say is very well founded; and my
impatience has shown its heels to my politeness. I come here at the instance of your colleague, Dr. Henry
Jekyll, on a piece of business of some moment; and I understood..." He paused and put his hand to his throat,
and I could see, in spite of his collected manner, that he was wrestling against the approaches of the hysteria
"I understood, a drawer..."
But here I took pity on my visitor's suspense, and some perhaps on my own growing curiosity.
"There it is, sir," said I, pointing to the drawer, where it lay on the floor behind a table and still covered with
the sheet.
He sprang to it, and then paused, and laid his hand upon his heart: I could hear his teeth grate with the
convulsive action of his jaws; and his face was so ghastly to see that I grew alarmed both for his life and
reason.
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"Compose yourself," said I.
He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet. At sight of
the contents, he uttered one loud sob of such immense relief that I sat petrified. And the next moment, in a
voice that was already fairly well under control, "Have you a graduated glass?" he asked.
I rose from my place with something of an effort and gave him what he asked.
He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured out a few minims of the red tincture and added one of the
powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to
brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour. Suddenly and at the same
moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to
a watery green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the
glass upon the table, and then turned and looked upon me with an air of scrutiny.
"And now," said he, "to settle what remains. Will you be wise? will you be guided? will you suffer me to take
this glass in my hand and to go forth from your house without further parley? or has the greed of curiosity too
much command of you? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. As you decide, you shall
be left as you were before, and neither richer nor wiser, unless the sense of service rendered to a man in
mortal distress may be counted as a kind of riches of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new
province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power shall be laid open to you, here, in this room,
upon the instant; and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan."
"Sir," said I, affecting a coolness that I was far from truly possessing," you speak enigmas, and you will
perhaps not wonder that I hear you with no very strong impression of belief. But I have gone too far in the
way of inexplicable services to pause before I see the end."
"It is well," replied my visitor. "Lanyon, you remember your vows: what follows is under the seal of our
profession. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who
have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors behold!"
He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table
and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a
change he seemed to swell his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter
and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the wall, my arm raised to shield
me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.
"O God!" I screamed, and "O God!" again and again; for there before my eyes pale and shaken, and
halffainting, and groping before him with his hands, like a man restored from death there stood Henry
Jekyll!
What he told me in the next hour, I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I
heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I
believe it, and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the deadliest terror sits by me
at all hours of the day and night; I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die
incredulous. As for the moral turpitude that man unveiled to me, even with tears of penitence, I cannot, even
in memory, dwell on it without a start of horror. I will say but one thing, Utterson, and that (if you can bring
your mind to credit it) will be more than enough. The creature who crept into my house that night was, on
Jekyll's own confession, known by the name of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the
murderer of Carew.
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HASTIE LANYON.
HENRY JEKYLL'S FULL STATEMENT OF THE CASE
I WAS born in the year 18 to a large fortune, endowed besides with excellent parts, inclined by nature to
industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellowmen, and thus, as might have been
supposed, with every guarantee of an honourable and distinguished future. And indeed the worst of my faults
was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many, but such as I found it
hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave
countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached
years of reflection, and began to look round me and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I
stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life. Many a man would have even blazoned such
irregularities as I was guilty of; but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them
with an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any
particular degradation in my faults, that made me what I was and, with even a deeper trench than in the
majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man's dual
nature. In this case, I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the
root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a doubledealer, I
was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside
restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or
the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies, which led wholly
toward the mystic and the transcendental, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the
perennial war among my members. With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the
intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a
dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two. I say two, because the state of my own
knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and
I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and
independent denizens. I, for my part, from the nature of my life, advanced infallibly in one direction and in
one direction only. It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough
and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness,
even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date,
even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a
miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of
these elements. If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all
that was unbearable; the unjust delivered from the aspirations might go his way, and remorse of his more
upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in
which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous
evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous fagots were thus bound together that in the agonised
womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then, were they
dissociated?
I was so far in my reflections when, as I have said, a sidelight began to shine upon the subject from the
laboratory table. I began to perceive more deeply than it has ever yet been stated, the trembling immateriality,
the mistlike transience of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired. Certain agents I found to
have the power to shake and to pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a
pavilion. For two good reasons, I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First,
because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man's shoulders,
and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful
pressure. Second, because, as my narrative will make, alas! too evident, my discoveries were incomplete.
Enough, then, that I not only recognised my natural body for the mere aura and effulgence of certain of the
powers that made up my spirit, but managed to compound a drug by which these powers should be dethroned
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from their supremacy, and a second form and countenance substituted, none the less natural to me because
they were the expression, and bore the stamp, of lower elements in my soul.
I hesitated long before I put this theory to the test of practice. I knew well that I risked death; for any drug
that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might by the least scruple of an overdose or
at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I
looked to it to change. But the temptation of a discovery so singular and profound, at last overcame the
suggestions of alarm. I had long since prepared my tincture; I purchased at once, from a firm of wholesale
chemists, a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, from my experiments, to be the last ingredient
required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in
the glass, and when the ebullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.
The most racking pangs succeeded: a grinding in the bones, deadly nausea, and a horror of the spirit that
cannot be exceeded at the hour of birth or death. Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to
myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably
new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was
conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my
fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of the soul. I knew
myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my
original evil; and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. I stretched out my hands,
exulting in the freshness of these sensations; and in the act, I was suddenly aware that I had lost in stature.
There was no mirror, at that date, in my room; that which stands beside me as I write, was brought there later
on and for the very purpose of these transformations. The night, however, was far gone into the morning
the morning, black as it was, was nearly ripe for the conception of the day the inmates of my house were
locked in the most rigorous hours of slumber; and I determined, flushed as I was with hope and triumph, to
venture in my new shape as far as to my bedroom. I crossed the yard, wherein the constellations looked down
upon me, I could have thought, with wonder, the first creature of that sort that their unsleeping vigilance had
yet disclosed to them; I stole through the corridors, a stranger in my own house; and coming to my room, I
saw for the first time the appearance of Edward Hyde.
I must here speak by theory alone, saying not that which I know, but that which I suppose to be most
probable. The evil side of my nature, to which I had now transferred the stamping efficacy, was less robust
and less developed than the good which I had just deposed. Again, in the course of my life, which had been,
after all, ninetenths a life of effort, virtue, and control, it had been much less exercised and much less
exhausted. And hence, as I think, it came about that Edward Hyde was so much smaller, slighter, and younger
than Henry Jekyll. Even as good shone upon the countenance of the one, evil was written broadly and plainly
on the face of the other. Evil besides (which I must still believe to be the lethal side of man) had left on that
body an imprint of deformity and decay. And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was
conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome. This, too, was myself. It seemed natural and human.
In my eyes it bore a livelier image of the spirit, it seemed more express and single, than the imperfect and
divided countenance I had been hitherto accustomed to call mine. And in so far I was doubtless right. I have
observed that when I wore the semblance of Edward Hyde, none could come near to me at first without a
visible misgiving of the flesh. This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are
commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.
I lingered but a moment at the mirror: the second and conclusive experiment had yet to be attempted; it yet
remained to be seen if I had lost my identity beyond redemption and must flee before daylight from a house
that was no longer mine; and hurrying back to my cabinet, I once more prepared and drank the cup, once
more suffered the pangs of dissolution, and came to myself once more with the character, the stature, and the
face of Henry Jekyll.
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That night I had come to the fatal crossroads. Had I approached my discovery in a more noble spirit, had I
risked the experiment while under the empire of generous or pious aspirations, all must have been otherwise,
and from these agonies of death and birth, I had come forth an angel instead of a fiend. The drug had no
discriminating action; it was neither diabolical nor divine; it but shook the doors of the prisonhouse of my
disposition; and like the captives of Philippi, that which stood within ran forth. At that time my virtue
slumbered; my evil, kept awake by ambition, was alert and swift to seize the occasion; and the thing that was
projected was Edward Hyde. Hence, although I had now two characters as well as two appearances, one was
wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation
and improvement I had already learned to despair. The movement was thus wholly toward the worse.
Even at that time, I had not yet conquered my aversion to the dryness of a life of study. I would still be
merrily disposed at times; and as my pleasures were (to say the least) undignified, and I was not only well
known and highly considered, but growing toward the elderly man, this incoherency of my life was daily
growing more unwelcome. It was on this side that my new power tempted me until I fell in slavery. I had but
to drink the cup, to doff at once the body of the noted professor, and to assume, like a thick cloak, that of
Edward Hyde. I smiled at the notion; it seemed to me at the time to be humorous; and I made my preparations
with the most studious care. I took and furnished that house in Soho, to which Hyde was tracked by the
police; and engaged as housekeeper a creature whom I well knew to be silent and unscrupulous. On the other
side, I announced to my servants that a Mr. Hyde (whom I described) was to have full liberty and power
about my house in the square; and to parry mishaps, I even called and made myself a familiar object, in my
second character. I next drew up that will to which you so much objected; so that if anything befell me in the
person of Dr. Jekyll, I could enter on that of Edward Hyde without pecuniary loss. And thus fortified, as I
supposed, on every side, I began to profit by the strange immunities of my position.
Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under
shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasures. I was the first that could thus plod in the public eye
with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring
headlong into the sea of liberty. But for me, in my impenetrable mantle, the safety was complete. Think of it
I did not even exist! Let me but escape into my laboratory door, give me but a second or two to mix and
swallow the draught that I had always standing ready; and whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass
away like the stain of breath upon a mirror; and there in his stead, quietly at home, trimming the midnight
lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Henry Jekyll.
The pleasures which I made haste to seek in my disguise were, as I have said, undignified; I would scarce use
a harder term. But in the hands of Edward Hyde, they soon began to turn toward the monstrous. When I
would come back from these excursions, I was often plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious
depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul, and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a
being inherently malign and villainous; his every act and thought centred on self; drinking pleasure with
bestial avidity from any degree of torture to another; relentless like a man of stone. Henry Jekyll stood at
times aghast before the acts of Edward Hyde; but the situation was apart from ordinary laws, and insidiously
relaxed the grasp of conscience. It was Hyde, after all, and Hyde alone, that was guilty. Jekyll was no worse;
he woke again to his good qualities seemingly unimpaired; he would even make haste, where it was possible,
to undo the evil done by Hyde. And thus his conscience slumbered.
Into the details of the infamy at which I thus connived (for even now I can scarce grant that I committed it) I
have no design of entering; I mean but to point out the warnings and the successive steps with which my
chastisement approached. I met with one accident which, as it brought on no consequence, I shall no more
than mention. An act of cruelty to a child aroused against me the anger of a passerby, whom I recognised
the other day in the person of your kinsman; the doctor and the child's family joined him; there were
moments when I feared for my life; and at last, in order to pacify their too just resentment, Edward Hyde had
to bring them to the door, and pay them in a cheque drawn in the name of Henry Jekyll. But this danger was
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easily eliminated from the future, by opening an account at another bank in the name of Edward Hyde
himself; and when, by sloping my own hand backward, I had supplied my double with a signature, I thought I
sat beyond the reach of fate.
Some two months before the murder of Sir Danvers, I had been out for one of my adventures, had returned at
a late hour, and woke the next day in bed with somewhat odd sensations. It was in vain I looked about me; in
vain I saw the decent furniture and tall proportions of my room in the square; in vain that I recognised the
pattern of the bedcurtains and the design of the mahogany frame; something still kept insisting that I was
not where I was, that I had not wakened where I seemed to be, but in the little room in Soho where I was
accustomed to sleep in the body of Edward Hyde. I smiled to myself, and, in my psychological way began
lazily to inquire into the elements of this illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, dropping back into a
comfortable morning doze. I was still so engaged when, in one of my more wakeful moments, my eyes fell
upon my hand. Now the hand of Henry Jekyll (as you have often remarked) was professional in shape and
size: it was large, firm, white, and comely. But the hand which I now saw, clearly enough, in the yellow light
of a midLondon morning, lying half shut on the bedclothes, was lean, corded, knuckly, of a dusky pallor
and thickly shaded with a swart growth of hair. It was the hand of Edward Hyde.
I must have stared upon it for near half a minute, sunk as I was in the mere stupidity of wonder, before terror
woke up in my breast as sudden and startling as the crash of cymbals; and bounding from my bed, I rushed to
the mirror. At the sight that met my eyes, my blood was changed into something exquisitely thin and icy.
Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll, I had awakened Edward Hyde. How was this to be explained? I asked
myself, and then, with another bound of terror how was it to be remedied? It was well on in the morning;
the servants were up; all my drugs were in the cabinet a long journey down two pairs of stairs, through the
back passage, across the open court and through the anatomical theatre, from where I was then standing
horrorstruck. It might indeed be possible to cover my face; but of what use was that, when I was unable to
conceal the alteration in my stature? And then with an overpowering sweetness of relief, it came back upon
my mind that the servants were already used to the coming and going of my second self. I had soon dressed,
as well as I was able, in clothes of my own size: had soon passed through the house, where Bradshaw stared
and drew back at seeing Mr. Hyde at such an hour and in such a strange array; and ten minutes later, Dr.
Jekyll had returned to his own shape and was sitting down, with a darkened brow, to make a feint of
breakfasting.
Small indeed was my appetite. This inexplicable incident, this reversal of my previous experience, seemed,
like the Babylonian finger on the wall, to be spelling out the letters of my judgment; and I began to reflect
more seriously than ever before on the issues and possibilities of my double existence. That part of me which
I had the power of projecting, had lately been much exercised and nourished; it had seemed to me of late as
though the body of Edward Hyde had grown in stature, as though (when I wore that form) I were conscious
of a more generous tide of blood; and I began to spy a danger that, if this were much prolonged, the balance
of my nature might be permanently overthrown, the power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character
of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine. The power of the drug had not been always equally displayed.
Once, very early in my career, it had totally failed me; since then I had been obliged on more than one
occasion to double, and once, with infinite risk of death, to treble the amount; and these rare uncertainties had
cast hitherto the sole shadow on my contentment. Now, however, and in the light of that morning's accident, I
was led to remark that whereas, in the beginning, the difficulty had been to throw off the body of Jekyll, it
had of late gradually but decidedly transferred itself to the other side. All things therefore seemed to point to
this: that I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my
second and worse.
Between these two, I now felt I had to choose. My two natures had memory in common, but all other
faculties were most unequally shared between them. Jekyll (who was composite) now with the most sensitive
apprehensions, now with a greedy gusto, projected and shared in the pleasures and adventures of Hyde; but
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Hyde was indifferent to Jekyll, or but remembered him as the mountain bandit remembers the cavern in
which he conceals himself from pursuit. Jekyll had more than a father's interest; Hyde had more than a son's
indifference. To cast in my lot with Jekyll, was to die to those appetites which I had long secretly indulged
and had of late begun to pamper. To cast it in with Hyde, was to die to a thousand interests and aspirations,
and to become, at a blow and for ever, despised and friendless. The bargain might appear unequal; but there
was still another consideration in the scales; for while Jekyll would suffer smartingly in the fires of
abstinence, Hyde would be not even conscious of all that he had lost. Strange as my circumstances were, the
terms of this debate are as old and commonplace as man; much the same inducements and alarms cast the die
for any tempted and trembling sinner; and it fell out with me, as it falls with so vast a majority of my fellows,
that I chose the better part and was found wanting in the strength to keep to it.
Yes, I preferred the elderly and discontented doctor, surrounded by friends and cherishing honest hopes; and
bade a resolute farewell to the liberty, the comparative youth, the light step, leaping impulses and secret
pleasures, that I had enjoyed in the disguise of Hyde. I made this choice perhaps with some unconscious
reservation, for I neither gave up the house in Soho, nor destroyed the clothes of Edward Hyde, which still
lay ready in my cabinet. For two months, however, I was true to my determination; for two months I led a life
of such severity as I had never before attained to, and enjoyed the compensations of an approving conscience.
But time began at last to obliterate the freshness of my alarm; the praises of conscience began to grow into a
thing of course; I began to be tortured with throes and longings, as of Hyde struggling after freedom; and at
last, in an hour of moral weakness, I once again compounded and swallowed the transforming draught.
I do not suppose that, when a drunkard reasons with himself upon his vice, he is once out of five hundred
times affected by the dangers that he runs through his brutish, physical insensibility; neither had I, long as I
had considered my position, made enough allowance for the complete moral insensibility and insensate
readiness to evil, which were the leading characters of Edward Hyde. Yet it was by these that I was punished.
My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring. I was conscious, even when I took the draught, of a more
unbridled, a more furious propensity to ill. It must have been this, I suppose, that stirred in my soul that
tempest of impatience with which I listened to the civilities of my unhappy victim; I declare, at least, before
God, no man morally sane could have been guilty of that crime upon so pitiful a provocation; and that I
struck in no more reasonable spirit than that in which a sick child may break a plaything. But I had
voluntarily stripped myself of all those balancing instinct by which even the worst of us continues to walk
with some degree of steadiness among temptations; and in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to
fall.
Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body,
tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in
the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror. A mist dispersed; I saw my life to
be forfeit; and fled from the scene of these excesses, at once glorying and trembling, my lust of evil gratified
and stimulated, my love of life screwed to the topmost peg. I ran to the house in Soho, and (to make
assurance doubly sure) destroyed my papers; thence I set out through the lamplit streets, in the same divided
ecstasy of mind, gloating on my crime, lightheadedly devising others in the future, and yet still hastening
and still hearkening in my wake for the steps of the avenger. Hyde had a song upon his lips as he
compounded the draught, and as he drank it, pledged the dead man. The pangs of transformation had not done
tearing him, before Henry Jekyll, with streaming tears of gratitude and remorse, had fallen upon his knees
and lifted his clasped hands to God. The veil of selfindulgence was rent from head to foot, I saw my life as a
whole: I followed it up from the days of childhood, when I had walked with my father's hand, and through the
selfdenying toils of my professional life, to arrive again and again, with the same sense of unreality, at the
damned horrors of the evening. I could have screamed aloud; I sought with tears and prayers to smother down
the crowd of hideous images and sounds with which my memory swarmed against me; and still, between the
petitions, the ugly face of my iniquity stared into my soul. As the acuteness of this remorse began to die
away, it was succeeded by a sense of joy. The problem of my conduct was solved. Hyde was thenceforth
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impossible; whether I would or not, I was now confined to the better part of my existence; and oh, how I
rejoiced to think it! with what willing humility, I embraced anew the restrictions of natural life! with what
sincere renunciation, I locked the door by which I had so often gone and come, and ground the key under my
heel!
The next day, came the news that the murder had been overlooked, that the guilt of Hyde was patent to the
world, and that the victim was a man high in public estimation. It was not only a crime, it had been a tragic
folly. I think I was glad to know it; I think I was glad to have my better impulses thus buttressed and guarded
by the terrors of the scaffold. Jekyll was now my city of refuge; let but Hyde peep out an instant, and the
hands of all men would be raised to take and slay him.
I resolved in my future conduct to redeem the past; and I can say with honesty that my resolve was fruitful of
some good. You know yourself how earnestly in the last months of last year, I laboured to relieve suffering;
you know that much was done for others, and that the days passed quietly, almost happily for myself. Nor can
I truly say that I wearied of this beneficent and innocent life; I think instead that I daily enjoyed it more
completely; but I was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the first edge of my penitence wore off,
the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for licence. Not that I
dreamed of resuscitating Hyde; the bare idea of that would startle me to frenzy: no, it was in my own person,
that I was once more tempted to trifle with my conscience; and it was as an ordinary secret sinner, that I at
last fell before the assaults of temptation.
There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to
evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul. And yet I was not alarmed; the fall seemed natural, like a return
to the old days before I had made discovery. It was a fine, clear, January day, wet under foot where the frost
had melted, but cloudless overhead; and the Regent's Park was full of winter chirrupings and sweet with
spring odours. I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual
side a little, drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin. After all, I reflected, I was
like my neighbours; and then I smiled, comparing myself with other men, comparing my active goodwill with
the lazy cruelty of their neglect. And at the very moment of that vainglorious thought, a qualm came over
me, a horrid nausea and the most deadly shuddering. These passed away, and left me faint; and then as in its
turn the faintness subsided, I began to be aware of a change in the temper of my thoughts, a greater boldness,
a contempt of danger, a solution of the bonds of obligation. I looked down; my clothes hung formlessly on
my shrunken limbs; the hand that lay on my knee was corded and hairy. I was once more Edward Hyde. A
moment before I had been safe of all men's respect, wealthy, beloved the cloth laying for me in the
diningroom at home; and now I was the common quarry of mankind, hunted, houseless, a known murderer,
thrall to the gallows.
My reason wavered, but it did not fail me utterly. I have more than once observed that, in my second
character, my faculties seemed sharpened to a point and my spirits more tensely elastic; thus it came about
that, where Jekyll perhaps might have succumbed, Hyde rose to the importance of the moment. My drugs
were in one of the presses of my cabinet; how was I to reach them? That was the problem that (crushing my
temples in my hands) I set myself to solve. The laboratory door I had closed. If I sought to enter by the house,
my own servants would consign me to the gallows. I saw I must employ another hand, and thought of
Lanyon. How was he to be reached? how persuaded? Supposing that I escaped capture in the streets, how was
I to make my way into his presence? and how should I, an unknown and displeasing visitor, prevail on the
famous physician to rifle the study of his colleague, Dr. Jekyll? Then I remembered that of my original
character, one part remained to me: I could write my own hand; and once I had conceived that kindling spark,
the way that I must follow became lighted up from end to end.
Thereupon, I arranged my clothes as best I could, and summoning a passing hansom, drove to an hotel in
Portland Street, the name of which I chanced to remember. At my appearance (which was indeed comical
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enough, however tragic a fate these garments covered) the driver could not conceal his mirth. I gnashed my
teeth upon him with a gust of devilish fury; and the smile withered from his face happily for him yet
more happily for myself, for in another instant I had certainly dragged him from his perch. At the inn, as I
entered, I looked about me with so black a countenance as made the attendants tremble; not a look did they
exchange in my presence; but obsequiously took my orders, led me to a private room, and brought me
wherewithal to write. Hyde in danger of his life was a creature new to me; shaken with inordinate anger,
strung to the pitch of murder, lusting to inflict pain. Yet the creature was astute; mastered his fury with a
great effort of the will; composed his two important letters, one to Lanyon and one to Poole; and that he
might receive actual evidence of their being posted, sent them out with directions that they should be
registered.
Thenceforward, he sat all day over the fire in the private room, gnawing his nails; there he dined, sitting alone
with his fears, the waiter visibly quailing before his eye; and thence, when the night was fully come, he set
forth in the corner of a closed cab, and was driven to and fro about the streets of the city. He, I say I
cannot say, I. That child of Hell had nothing human; nothing lived in him but fear and hatred. And when at
last, thinking the driver had begun to grow suspicious, he discharged the cab and ventured on foot, attired in
his misfitting clothes, an object marked out for observation, into the midst of the nocturnal passengers, these
two base passions raged within him like a tempest. He walked fast, hunted by his fears, chattering to himself,
skulking through the lessfrequented thoroughfares, counting the minutes that still divided him from
midnight. Once a woman spoke to him, offering, I think, a box of lights. He smote her in the face, and she
fled.
When I came to myself at Lanyon's, the horror of my old friend perhaps affected me somewhat: I do not
know; it was at least but a drop in the sea to the abhorrence with which I looked back upon these hours. A
change had come over me. It was no longer the fear of the gallows, it was the horror of being Hyde that
racked me. I received Lanyon's condemnation partly in a dream; it was partly in a dream that I came home to
my own house and got into bed. I slept after the prostration of the day, with a stringent and profound slumber
which not even the nightmares that wrung me could avail to break. I awoke in the morning shaken,
weakened, but refreshed. I still hated and feared the thought of the brute that slept within me, and I had not of
course forgotten the appalling dangers of the day before; but I was once more at home, in my own house and
close to my drugs; and gratitude for my escape shone so strong in my soul that it almost rivalled the
brightness of hope.
I was stepping leisurely across the court after breakfast, drinking the chill of the air with pleasure, when I was
seized again with those indescribable sensations that heralded the change; and I had but the time to gain the
shelter of my cabinet, before I was once again raging and freezing with the passions of Hyde. It took on this
occasion a double dose to recall me to myself; and alas! Six hours after, as I sat looking sadly in the fire, the
pangs returned, and the drug had to be readministered. In short, from that day forth it seemed only by a
great effort as of gymnastics, and only under the immediate stimulation of the drug, that I was able to wear
the countenance of Jekyll. At all hours of the day and night, I would be taken with the premonitory shudder;
above all, if I slept, or even dozed for a moment in my chair, it was always as Hyde that I awakened. Under
the strain of this continuallyimpending doom and by the sleeplessness to which I now condemned myself,
ay, even beyond what I had thought possible to man, I became, in my own person, a creature eaten up and
emptied by fever, languidly weak both in body and mind, and solely occupied by one thought: the horror of
my other self. But when I slept, or when the virtue of the medicine wore off, I would leap almost without
transition (for the pangs of transformation grew daily less marked) into the possession of a fancy brimming
with images of terror, a soul boiling with causeless hatreds, and a body that seemed not strong enough to
contain the raging energies of life. The powers of Hyde seemed to have grown with the sickliness of Jekyll.
And certainly the hate that now divided them was equal on each side. With Jekyll, it was a thing of vital
instinct. He had now seen the full deformity of that creature that shared with him some of the phenomena of
consciousness, and was coheir with him to death: and beyond these links of community, which in
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themselves made the most poignant part of his distress, he thought of Hyde, for all his energy of life, as of
something not only hellish but inorganic. This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to
utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape,
should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife,
closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every
hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him and deposed him out of life. The
hatred of Hyde for Jekyll, was of a different order. His tenor of the gallows drove him continually to commit
temporary suicide, and return to his subordinate station of a part instead of a person; but he loathed the
necessity, he loathed the despondency into which Jekyll was now fallen, and he resented the dislike with
which he was himself regarded. Hence the apelike tricks that he would play me, scrawling in my own hand
blasphemies on the pages of my books, burning the letters and destroying the portrait of my father; and
indeed, had it not been for his fear of death, he would long ago have ruined himself in order to involve me in
the ruin. But his love of life is wonderful; I go further: I, who sicken and freeze at the mere thought of him,
when I recall the abjection and passion of this attachment, and when I know how he fears my power to cut
him off by suicide, I find it in my heart to pity him.
It is useless, and the time awfully fails me, to prolong this description; no one has ever suffered such
torments, let that suffice; and yet even to these, habit brought no, not alleviation but a certain
callousness of soul, a certain acquiescence of despair; and my punishment might have gone on for years, but
for the last calamity which has now fallen, and which has finally severed me from my own face and nature.
My provision of the salt, which had never been renewed since the date of the first experiment, began to run
low. I sent out for a fresh supply, and mixed the draught; the ebullition followed, and the first change of
colour, not the second; I drank it and it was without efficiency. You will learn from Poole how I have had
London ransacked; it was in vain; and I am now persuaded that my first supply was impure, and that it was
that unknown impurity which lent efficacy to the draught.
About a week has passed, and I am now finishing this statement under the influence of the last of the old
powders. This, then, is the last time, short of a miracle, that Henry Jekyll can think his own thoughts or see
his own face (now how sadly altered!) in the glass. Nor must I delay too long to bring my writing to an end;
for if my narrative has hitherto escaped destruction, it has been by a combination of great prudence and great
good luck. Should the throes of change take me in the act of writing it, Hyde will tear it in pieces; but if some
time shall have elapsed after I have laid it by, his wonderful selfishness and Circumscription to the moment
will probably save it once again from the action of his apelike spite. And indeed the doom that is closing on
us both, has already changed and crushed him. Half an hour from now, when I shall again and for ever
reindue that hated personality, I know how I shall sit shuddering and weeping in my chair, or continue, with
the most strained and fearstruck ecstasy of listening, to pace up and down this room (my last earthly refuge)
and give ear to every sound of menace. Will Hyde die upon the scaffold? or will he find courage to release
himself at the last moment? God knows; I am careless; this is my true hour of death, and what is to follow
concerns another than myself. Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring
the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.
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