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It' s ill to loose the bands that God decreed to bind ; 
Still will we be the children of the heather and the wind. 
Far away from home, O if s still for you and me 
That the broom is blowing bonnie in the north countrie. 


List of Photogravure Plates 

The Door - Frontispiece 


"Mr. Utterson . . . was aware of an odd, light foot- 
step drawing near " j8 
"Clubbed him to the earth " - 62 
" They saw it but for a glimpse " - f8 
"He . . . gave a kind of cry, and whipped upstairs " 1 12 
" Tossed the light of the candle to and fro about their 

steps " - Il8 

"Will you suffer me to take this glass in my hand" - 14.2 

"I was once more Edward Hyde " - - Ij8 
"Solely occupied by one thought the horror of my other 

self" - - 182 

List of Other Drawings 


Mr. Utterson - 14 

"Like some damned Juggernaut" - - 18 

Dr. Lanyon - JJ 

" The lawyer stood awhile " - 43 

Dr. Jekyll 55 

"She had an evil face " Of 

"It's a very interesting autograph" - 8 1 

"Keep clear of this accursed topic" - - 8ty 

"Mr. Utterson, sir, Pm afraid " - - 104 

" There stood Henry Jekyll " - - 14-5 












CASE - - 149 

Story of the Door 

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; back- 
ward in sentiment ; lean, long, dusty, dreary, 
and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meet- 
ings, and when the wine was to his taste, 
something eminently human beaconed from 
his eye ; something indeed which never 
found its way into his talk, but which spoke 
not only in these silent symbols of the 
after-dinner face, but more often and loudly 
in the acts of his life. He was austere with 
himself; drank gin when he was alone, to 
mortify a taste for vintages; and though he 
enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors 
of one for twenty years. But he had an ap- 
proved tolerance for others; sometimes won- 
dering, almost with envy, at the high pressure 
of spirits involved in their misdeeds ; and in 


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any extremity inclined to help rather than to 
reprove. " I incline to Cain's heresy," he 

used to say, quaintly ; "I let my brother go 
to the devil in his own way." In this char- 
acter, it was frequently his fortune to be the 

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last reputable acquaintance and the last good 
influence in the lives of down-going men. 
And to such as these, so long as they came 
about his chambers, he never marked a shade 
of change in his demeanor. 

No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Utter- 
son ; for he was undemonstrative at the best, 
and even his friendships seemed to be founded 
in a similar catholicity of good-nature. It is 
the mark of a modest man to accept his 
friendly circle ready-made from the hands of 
opportunity; and that was the lawyer's way. 
His friends were those of his own blood, or 
those whom he had known the longest; his 
affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, 
they implied no aptness in the object. Hence, 
no doubt, the bond that united him to Mr. 
Richard Enfield, his distant kinsman, the well- 
known man about town. It was a nut to crack 
for many, what these two could see in each 
other, or what subject they could find in com- 
mon. It was reported by those who encoun- 
tered them in their Sunday walks that they said 


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nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail 
with obvious relief the appearance of a friend. 
For all that, the two put the greatest store 
by these excursions, counted them the chief 
jewel of each week, and not only set aside oc- 
casions of pleasure, but even resisted the calls 
of business, that they might enjoy them un- 

It chanced on one of these rambles that 
their way led them down a by-street in a busy 
quarter of London. The street was small and 
what is called quiet, but it drove a thriving 
trade on the week-days. The inhabitants 
were all doing well, it seemed, and all emu- 
lously 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 con- 
trast to its dingy neighborhood, like a fire in 
a forest; and with its freshly painted shutters, 


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well-polished brasses, and general cleanliness 
and gayety of note, instantly caught and pleased 
the eye of the passenger. 

Two doors from one corner, on the left 
hand going east, the line was broken by the 
entry of a court; and just at that point, a cer- 
tain 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 dis- 
colored 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 re- 
cess and struck matches on the panels; the 
children kept shop upon the steps ; the school- 
boy had tried his knife on the moldings ; and 
for close on a generation no one had appeared 
to drive away these random visitors or to repair 
their ravages. 

Mr. En field and the lawyer were on the 
other side of the by-street; but when they 

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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 re- 
plied in the affirma- 
tive, " It is connected 
in my mind," added 
he, " with a very odd 

" Indeed?" said 
Mr. Utterson, with 
a slight 
change of 
" and what was 

-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 


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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 stump- 
ing 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 each other 
naturally enough at the corner; and then 
came the horrible part of the thing ; for the 
man trampled calmly over the child's body 
and left her screaming on the ground. It 
sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to 
see. It wasn't like a man ; it was like some 
damned Juggernaut. I gave a view halloo, 
took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and 
brought him back to where there was already 
quite a group about the screaming child. He 


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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 appear- 
ance. Well, the child was not much the 
worse more frightened, according to the saw- 
bones; and there you might have supposed 
would be an end to it. But there was one 
curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing 
to my gentleman at first sight. So had the 
child's family, which was only natural. But 
the doctor's case was what struck me. He 
was the usual cut-and-dried apothecary, of no 
particular age and color, with a strong Edin- 
burgh 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 turned 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 


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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 acci- 
dent,' 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 


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place with the door? whipped out a key, 
went in, and presently came back with the 
matter of ten pounds in gold and a check for 
the balance on Coutts's, drawn payable to 
bearer, and signed with a name that I can't 
mention, though it's one of the points of my 
story, but it was a name at least very well 
known and often printed. The figure was 
stiff; but the signature was good for more 
than that, 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 check 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 check 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 


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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 check was 

" Tut tut ! " said Mr. Utterson. 

" I see you feel as I do," said Mr. Enfield. 
"Yes, it's a bad story. For my man was a fel- 
low that nobody could have to do with, a really 
damnable man ; and the person that drew the 
check is the very pink of proprieties, cele- 
brated, 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. Black Mail House is what I call 
that place with the door, in consequence. 
Though even that, you know, is far from ex- 
plaining 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 check lives there?" 

"A likely place, isn't it?" returned Mr. 

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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, start- 
ing others, and presently some bland old bird 
the last you would have thought of is 
knocked on the head in his own back garden 
and the family have to change their name. 
No, sir, I make it a rule of mine : the more 
it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask." 

" A very good rule, too," said the lawyer. 

"But I have studied the place for myself," 
continued Mr. Enfield. " It seems scarcely a 
house. There is no other door, and nobody 
goes in or out of that one but, once in a great 
while, the gentleman of my adventure. There 
are three windows looking on the court on 


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the first floor; none below; the windows are 
always shut, but they're clean. And then 
there is a chimney which is generally smok- 
ing; 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 

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." 

" 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 ; 


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something displeasing, something downright 
detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, 
and yet I scarcely know why. He must be 
deformed somewhere ; he gives a strong feel- 
ing of deformity, although I couldn't specify 
-the point. He's an extraordinary-looking 
man, and yet I really can name nothing out 
of the way. "No, sir ; I can make no hand 
of it ; I can't describe him. And it's not 
want of memory ; for I declare I can see 
him this moment." 

Mr. Utterson again walked some way in 
silence and obviously under a weight of con- 
sideration. " 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 in- 
exact in any point, you had better correct it." 


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" 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 re- 
sumed. " Here is another lesson to say noth- 
ing," said he. " I am ashamed of my long 
tongue. Let us make a bargain never to 
refer to this again." 

"With all my heart," said the lawyer. "I 
shake hands on that, Richard." 


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evening Mr. Utterson came 
home to his bachelor house in som- 
ber spirits and sat down to dinner 
without relish. It was his custom of a 
Sunday, when this meal was over, to sit close 
by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on 
his reading-desk, until the clock of the neigh- 
boring church rang out the hour of twelve, 
when he would go soberly and gratefully to 
bed. On this night, however, as soon as the 
cloth was taken away, he took up a candle 
and went into his business-room. There he 
opened his safe, took from the most private 
part of it a document indorsed on the en- 
velope 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 

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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 Doctor Jekyll's " disappearance 
or unexplained absence for any period exceed- 
ing 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 eye-sore. 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, 


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insubstantial mists that had so long baffled 
his eye, there leaped up the sudden, definite 
presentment of a fiend. 

" I thought it was mad- 
ness," he said, as he replaced 
the obnoxious paper in the 
safe, " and now I begin to 
fear it is disgrace." 

With that he blew 
out his candle, put on 
a great-coat, and set 
forth in the direction 
Cavendish Square, that cit- 
adel of medicine, where his 
friend, the great Doctor 
Lanyon, had his house, and 
received his crowding pa- 
tients. " If any one knows, 
it will be Lanyon," he had 

The solemn butler knew and welcomed 
him ; he was subjected to no stage of delay, 
but ushered direct from the door to the din- 


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ing-room where Doctor Lanyon sat alone 
over his wine. This was a hearty, healthy, 
dapper, red-faced 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 pre- 
occupied his mind. 

" I suppose, Lanyon," said he, " you and I 
must be the two oldest friends that Henry 
Jekyll has?" 

" I wish the friends were younger," chuckled 
Doctor Lanyon. "But I suppose we are. 
And what of that ? I see little of him now." 


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" 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 be- 
came 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 sud- 
denly 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 convey- 
ancing 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 prot/g/ of his 
one Hyde ? " he asked. 


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"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 


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that human Juggernaut trod the child down 
and passed on regardless of her screams. Or 
else he would see a room in a rich house, 
where his friend lay asleep, dreaming and 
smiling at his dreams, and then the door of 
that room would be opened, the curtains of 
the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, 
and lo ! there would stand by his side a figure 
to whom power was given, and, even at that 
dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding. 
The figure in these two phases haunted the 
lawyer all night ; and if at any time he 
dozed over, it was but to see it glide more 
stealthily through sleeping houses, or move 
the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, 
even to dizziness, through wider labyrinths 
of lamplit city, and at every street corner 
crush a child and leave her screaming. And 
still the figure had no face by which he 
might know 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 


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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 exam- 
ined. He might see a reason for his friend's 
strange preference or bondage call it which 
you please and even for the startling clauses 
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 un- 
impressionable Enfield a spirit of enduring 

From that time forward Mr. Utterson 
began to haunt the door in the by-street of 
shops. In the morning before office hours, 
at noon, when business was plenty and time 
scarce, at night under the face of the fogged 
city moon, by all lights and at all hours of 
solitude or concourse, the lawyer was to be 
found on his chosen post. 


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" If he be Mr. Hyde,'* he had thought, 
" I shall be Mr. Seek/' 

And at last his patience was rewarded. It 
was a fine, dry night ; frost in the air ; the 
streets as clean as a ballroom floor ; the lamps, 
unshaken by any wind, drawing a regular 
pattern of light and shadow. By ten o'clock, 
when the shops were closed, the by-street 
was very solitary and, in spite of the low 
growl of London from all round, very silent. 
Small sounds carried far; domestic sounds out 
of the houses were clearly audible on either 
side of the roadway, and the rumor 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 


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so sharply and decisively arrested, and it was 
with a strong, superstitious prevision of suc- 
cess that he withdrew into the entry of the 

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 road- 
way to save time ; and as he came, he drew a 
key from his pocket, like one approaching 

Mr. Utterson stepped out and touched him 
on the shoulder as he passed. "Mr. Hyde, 
I think?" 

Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing in- 
take of the breath. But his fear was only 
momentary ; and, though he did not look the 
lawyer in the face, he answered, coolly enough : 


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"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 favor?" 

"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." 

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"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. 

"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 

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laugh; and the next mo- 
ment, with extraordinary 
quickness, he had unlocked 
the door and disappeared 
into the house. 

The law- 
yer stood 
a while 
when Mr. 
Hyde had 
left him, 
the p i c- 
ture of dis- 
Then he 
began to 
mount the 
street, paus- 
ing every 
or two and 
putting his hand 
to his brow, like a 



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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 nam- 
able 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 hith- 
erto unknown disgust, loathing, and fear with 
which Mr. Utterson regarded him. "There 
must be something else," said the perplexed 
gentleman. " There is something more, if I 
could find a name for it. God bless me, the 
man seems hardly human ! Something trog- 
lodytic, 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 oh, my poor old Harry Jekyll, 


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if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is 
on that of your new friend." 

Round the corner from the by-street there 
was a square of ancient, handsome houses, now 
for the most part decayed from their high 
estate and let in flats and chambers to all 
sorts and conditions of men : map-engravers, 
architects, shady lawyers, and the agents of 
obscure enterprises. One house, however, 
second from the corner, was still occupied 
entire ; and at the door of this, which wore a 
great air of wealth and comfort, though it 
was now plunged in darkness except for 
the fan-light, Mr. Utterson stopped and 
knocked. A well-dressed, elderly servant 
opened the door. 

"Is Doctor Jekyll at home, Poole?" asked 
the lawyer. 

" I will see, Mr. Utterson," said Poole, ad- 
mitting the visitor, as he spoke, into a large, 
low-roofed, comfortable hall, paved with flags, 
warmed after the fashion of a country- 
house by a bright, open fire, and furnished 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

with costly cabinets of oak. " Will you wait 
here by the fire, sir? or shall I give you a 
light in the dining-room?" 

" Here, thank you," said the lawyer, and 
he drew near and leaned on the tall fender. 
This hall, in which he was now left alone, 
was a pet fancy of his friend the doctor's ; 
and Utterson himself was wont to speak of it 
as the pleasantest room in London. But to- 
night there was a shudder in his blood ; the 
face of Hyde sat heavy on his memory ; he 
felt what is 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 Doctor 
Jekyll was gone out. 

" I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old 
dissecting-room door, Poole," he said. " Is 
that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from 


Search for Mr. Hyde 

"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 all have orders to obey him." 

" I do not think I ever met Mr. Hyde ? " 
asked Utterson. 

" Oh, dear, no, sir. He never dines here," 
replied the butler. "Indeed, we see very 
little of him on this side of the house; he 
mostly comes and goes by the laboratory." 

"Well, good-night, Poole." 

" Good-night, Mr. Utterson." 

And the lawyer set out homeward with a 
very heavy heart. " Poor Harry Jekyll," he 
thought, " my mind misgives me he is in deep 
waters ! He was wild when he was young 
a long while ago, to be sure ; but in the law 
of God there is no statute of limitations. Ay, 
it must be that ; the ghost of some old sin, 
the cancer of some concealed disgrace; pun- 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

ishment coming, pede claudo, years after 
memory has forgotten, and self-love con- 
doned the fault." And the lawyer, scared by 
the thought, brooded awhile on his own past, 
groping in all the corners of memory, lest, by 
chance, some Jack-in-the-box of an old in- 
iquity 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 bed- 
side; poor Harry, what a wakening! And 


Search for Mr. Hyde 

the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects 
the existence of the will, he may grow im- 
patient 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. 



Quite at Rase 

Dr. Jekyll Was Quite at Rase 

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 be- 
fallen many scores of times. Where Utterson 
was liked, he was liked well. Hosts loved to 
detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted 
and the loose-tongued had already their foot 
on the threshold ; they liked to sit a while in 
his unobtrusive company, practising for soli- 
tude, sobering their minds in the man's rich 
silence after the expense and strain of gayety. 
To this rule Doctor Jekyll was no exception ; 
and as he now sat on the opposite side of the 
fire a large, well-made, smooth-faced man of 
fifty, with something of a slyish cast, perhaps, 


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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 car- 
ried it off gayly. " 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 hide-bound 
pedant, Lanyon, at what he called my scien- 
tific heresies. Oh, I know he's a good fellow 
you needn't frown an excellent fellow, 
and I always mean to see more of him; but 
a hide-bound pedant for all that ; an ignorant, 
blatant pedant. I was never more disap- 
pointed 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," 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

said the doctor, a trifle sharply. "You have 
told me so." 

"Well, I tell you so again," continued 
the lawyer. " I have been learning some- 
thing of young Hyde." 

The large, handsome face of Doctor 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 

"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 can not 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." 


Dr. Jekyll Was Quite at Ease 

"My good Utterson," said the doctor, 
"this is very good of you; this is downright 
good of you, and I can not 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, in- 
deed, 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," con- 
tinued the doctor, " there is one point I should 
like you to understand. I have really a very 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

great interest in poor Hyde. I know you 
have seen him ; he told me so ; and I fear he 
was rude. But I do sincerely take a great, a 
very great interest in that young man ; and if 
I am taken away, Utterson, I wish you to 
promise me that you will bear with him and 
get his rights for him. I think you would, 
if you knew all, and it would be a weight 
off my mind if you would promise." 

"I can't pretend that I shall ever like 
him," said the lawyer. 

"I don't ask that," pleaded Jekyll, laying 
his hand upon the other's arm; "I only ask 
for justice ; I only ask you to help him for 
my sake, when I am no longer here." 

Utterson heaved an irrepressible sigh. 
"Well," said he, "I promise." 

The Carew Murder 

The Carew Murder Case 


NEARLY a year later, in the month 
of October, 1 8 , London was 
startled by a crime of singular feroc- 
ity, rendered all the more notable by the 
high position of the victim. The details 
were few and startling. A maid-servant, 
living alone in a house not far from the river, 
had gone up stairs to bed about eleven. Al- 
though a fog rolled over the city in the small 
hours, the early part of the night was cloud- 
less, and the lane, which the maid's window 
overlooked, was brilliantly lighted 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 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 old-world kindness of disposi- 
tion, yet with something high, too, as of a 
well-founded self-content. Presently her eye 
wandered to the other, and she was surprised 
to recognize 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 


The Carew Murder Case 

seemed to listen with an ill-contained impa- 
tience. And then all of a sudden he broke 
out in a great flame of anger, stamping with 
his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying 
on as the maid described it like a madman. 
The old gentleman took a step back, with the 
air of one very much surprised and a trifle 
hurt, and at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all 
bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And 
next moment, with ape-like fury, he was 
trampling his victim under foot and hailing 
down a storm of blows, under which the 
bones were audibly shattered and the body 
jumped upon in the roadway. At the horror 
of these sights and sounds the maid fainted. 

It was two o'clock when she came to her- 
self 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 


The Strange Case of Dr. "Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

cruelty ; and one splintered half had rolled in 
the neighboring 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. 

" Yes," said he, " I recognize 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 


'The Carew Murder Case 

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 

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 recognized it for 
one that he had himself presented many years 
before to Henry Jekyll. 

" Is this Mr. Hyde a person of small 
stature?" he inquired. 

" Particularly small and particularly wicked- 
looking is what the maid calls him," said 
the officer. 

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 morn- 
ing, and the first fog of the season. A great 


The Strange Case of Dr. yekyll and Mr. Hyde 

chocolate -colored pall lowered over heaven, 
but the wind was continually charging and 
routing these embattled vapors ; so that as 
the cab crawled from street to street, Mr. 
Utterson beheld a marvelous number of de- 
grees and hues of twilight; for here it would 
be dark like the back end of evening; and 
there, would be a glow of a rich, lurid brown, 
like the light of some strange conflagration ; 
and here, for a moment, the fog would be 
quite broken up, and a haggard shaft of day- 
light 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 night- 
mare. 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 


'The Carew Murder Case 

law and the law's officers which may at times 
assail the most honest. 

As the cab drew up before the address in- 
dicated, the fog lifted a little 
and showed him a dingy 
street, a gin-palace, a low 
French eating-house, a shop 
for the retail of penny num- 
bers and twopenny salads, 
many ragged children huddled 
in the doorways, and many 
women of many different na- 
tionalities 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 favorite ; of a man 
who was heir to quarter of a million sterling. 

An ivory - faced and silvery - haired old 

The Strange Case of Dr. "Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 in- 
stance, 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 gentle- 
man have a look about us." 


The Carew Murder Case 

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 rilled 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 color. 
At this moment, however, the rooms bore 
every mark of having been recently and hur- 
riedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, 
with their pockets inside out; lock-fast 
drawers stood open; and on the hearth there 
lay a pile of gray ashes, as though many 
papers had been burned. From these embers 
the inspector disinterred the butt-end of a 
green check-book, which had resisted the 
action of the fire ; the other half of the stick 
was found behind the door ; and as this 
clinched his suspicions, the officer declared 
himself delighted. A visit to the bank, where 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

several thousand pounds were found to be 
lying to the murderer's credit, completed his 

" 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 
check-book. 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 ac- 
complishment ; for Mr. Hyde had numbered 
few familiars even the master of the servant- 
maid had only seen him twice ; his family 
could nowhere be traced ; he had never been 
photographed ; and the few who could describe 
him differed widely, as common observers will. 
Only on one point were they agreed, and that 
was the haunting sense of unexpressed de- 
formity with which the fugitive impressed 
his beholders. 


Incident of the Letter 

Incident of the Letter 

IT was late in the afternoon when Mr. 
Utterson found his way to Doctor 
Jekyll's door, where he was at once ad- 
mitted 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 dissecting-rooms. The doctor had bought 
the house from the heirs of a celebrated sur- 
geon ; and his own tastes being rather chemi- 
cal than anatomical, had changed the destina- 
tion 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 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
strewn with crates and littered with packing- 

straw, and the light falling dimly through the 
foggy cupola. At the farther 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 
cheval-glass and a business-table, and looking 
out upon the court by three dusty windows 
barred with iron. The 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 cry- 
ing it in the square," he said. " I heard 
them in my dining-room." 


Incident of the Letter 

" 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 swcar_o God I will never set eyes 
on him again. I bind my honor to you that 
I am done with him in this world. It is all 
at an end. And, indeed, he does not want my 
help; you do not know him as I do; he is 
safe, he is quite safe ; mark my words, he will 
never more be heard of." 

The lawyer listened gloomily; he did not 
like his friend's feverish manner. " You seem 
pretty sure of him," said he ; " and for your 
sake, I hope you may be right. If it came 
to a trial, your name might appear." 

" I am quite sure of him," replied Jekyll ; 
" I have grounds for certainty that I can not 
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 


The Strange Case of Dr. yekyll and Mr. Hyde 

should like to leave it in your hands, Utter- 
son ; 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 can not 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 sur- 
prised at his friend's -selfishness, and yet re- 
lieved 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 ben- 
efactor, Doctor Jekyll, whom he had long so 
unworthily repaid for a thousand generosities, 
need labor 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 color on the in- 


Incident of the Letter 

timacy 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 law- 
yer. " 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 pur- 
pose," returned the doctor, solemnly : " I 
have had a lesson oh, God, Utterson, what a 
lesson I have had ! " And he covered his 
face for a moment with his hands. 


'The Strange Case of Dr. yekyll and Mr. Hyde 

On his way out, the lawyer stopped and 
had a word or two with Poole. "By the 
bye," said he, " there was a letter handed in 
to-day; what was the messenger like?" But 
Poole was positive nothing had come except 
by post ; " and only circulars by that," he 

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 
self-reliant as he was by habit, he began to 
cherish a longing for advice. It was not to 


Incident of the Letter 

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 color 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. Insensi- 
bly the lawyer melted. There was no man 
from whom he kept fewer secrets than Mr. 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 

' o o 

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, 


Incident of the Letter 

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 

Guest's eyes bright- 
ened, 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 ac < 

* ^ 

counts a very odd 
writer," added the 

Just then the servant entered 
with a note. 

" Is that from Dr. Jekyll, sir ? " 
inquired the clerk. " I thought I 
knew the writing. Anything pri- 
vate, Mr. Utterson ? " 

" Only an invitation to dinner. Why? Do 
you want to see it ? " 


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"One moment. I thank you, sir;" and 
the clerk laid the two sheets of paper along- 
side 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. Utter- 
son struggled with himself. " Why did you 
-f, compare them, Guest?" he inquired, suddenly. 

" Well, sir," returned the clerk, " there's a 
rather singular resemblance : the hands are in 
many points identical, only differently sloped." 

" Rather quaint," said Utterson. 

" It is, as you say, rather quaint," returned 

" 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 

t I 

Remarkable Incident of 
Dr. Lanyon 


*\IME 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 un- 
earthed, 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 


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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 Doctor 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 1 2th, and again on the 1 4th, the door 
was shut against the lawyer. " The doctor 
was confined to the house," Poole said, " and 
saw no one." On the 1 5th he tried again, and 


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was again refused ; and having now been used 
for the last two months to seeing 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 Doctor Lanyon's. 
There at least he was not denied admit- 
tance ; but when he came in, he was shocked 
at the change which had taken place in the 
doctor's appearance. He^ hadjiis death- war- * 
rant written legibly upon his face. The rosy 
man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen 
away; he was visibly balder and older; and 
yet it was not so much these tokens of a swift 
physical decay that arrested the lawyer's 
notice, as a look in the eye and quality of 
manner that seemed to testify to some deep- 
seated terror of the mind. It was unlikely 
that the doctor should fear death; and yet 
that was what Utterson was tempted to sus- 
pect. "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 


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he can bear." And yet when Utterson re- 
marked on his ill-looks, it was with an air of 
great firmness 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 Doctor Jekyll," he said, in a loud, 
unsteady voice. " I am quite done with that 
person; and I beg that you will spare me any 
allusion to one whom I regard as dead." 

"Tut! tut!" said Mr. Utterson; and then 
after a considerable pause, " Can't I do any- 
thing ?" he inquired. "We are three very 
old friends, Lanyon; we shall not live to 
make others." 


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"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 


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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 ex- 
clusion from the house, and asking the cause 
i 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 ter- 
rors so unmanning; and you can do but one 
thing, Utterson, to lighten this destiny, and 


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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 honored 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 mad- 
ness; but in view of Lanyon's manner and 
words, there must lie for it some deeper ground. 
A week afterward Doctor 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 sit- 
ting there by the light of a melancholy 
candle, drew out and set before him an en- 
velope 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 pre-decease to be destroyed unread" 
so it was emphatically superscribed; and the 

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lawyer dreaded to behold the contents. " I 
have buried one friend to-day," 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 
inclosure, likewise sealed, and marked upon 
the cover as " not to be opened till the death 
or disappearance of Doctor 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 hor- 
rible. 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 
f professional honor and faith to his dead friend 
were stringent obligations; and the packet 
slept in the inmost corner of -his private safe. 


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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 
desired 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 communi- 
cate. The doctor, it appeared, now more 
than ever confined himself to the cabinet over 
the laboratory, where he would sometimes 
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. Utter- 
son became so used to the unvarying character 
ot these reports, that he fell off little by little 
in the frequency of his visits. 


Incident at the Window 

Incident at the Window 

IT chanced on Sunday, when Mr. Utterson 
was on his usual walk with Mr. Enfield, 
that their way lay once again through 
the by-street, and that when they came in 
front of the door, both stopped to gaze on it. 

" Well," said Enfield, " that story's at an 
end at least. We shall never see more of 
Mr. Hyde." 

"I hope not," said Utterson. "Did I ever 
tell you that I once saw him, and shared your 
feeling of repulsion?" 

" It was impossible to do the one without 
the other," returned Enfield. " And, by the 
way, what an ass you must have thought me, 
not to know that this was a back way to 
Doctor 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 Ut- 
terson. " But if that be so, we may step into 
the court and take a look at the windows. 


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To tell you the truth, I am uneasy about poor 
Jekyll ; and even outside, I feel as if the 
presence of a friend might do him good." 

The court was very cool and a little damp, 
and full of premature twilight, although the 
sky, high up overhead, was still bright with 
sunset. The middle one of the three windows 
was half-way open, and sitting close beside it, 
taking the air with an infinite sadness of mien, 
like some disconsolate prisoner, Utterson saw 
Doctor 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 Doctor 
Jekyll.) Come, now; get your hat and take 
a quick turn with us." 

"You are very good," sighed the other. 

Incident at the Window 

" I should like to very much ; but no, no, no, 
it is quite impossible ; I dare not. But in- 
deed, Utterson, J am very glad to see you ; 
this is really a great pleasure; I would ask 
you and Mr. Enfield up, but the place is 
really not fit." 

" Why, then," said the lawyer, good- 
naturedly, " the best thing we can do is to 
stay down here and speak with you from 
where we are." 

" That is just what I was about to venture 
to propose," returned the doctor with a smile. 
But the words were hardly uttered before the 
smile was struck out of his face and succeeded 
by an expression of such abject terror and 
despair as froze the very blood of the two 
gentlemen below. They saw it but for a 
glimpse, for the window was instantly thrust 
down; but that glimpse had been sufficient, 
and they turned and left the court without a 
word. In silence, too, they traversed the by- 
street; and it was not until they had come 
into a neighboring thoroughfare, where even 


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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. 

But Mr. Enfield only nodded his head very 
seriously, and walked on once more in silence. 


The Last Night 

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?" 


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"I've been afraid for about a week," re- 
turned Poole, doggedly disregarding the ques- 
tion, "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 has been foul play," said 
Poole, hoarsely. 

"Foul play!" cried the lawyer, a good 

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deal frightened and rather inclined to be irri- 
tated in consequence. " What foul play ? 
What does the man mean ?" 

"I daren't say, sir," was the answer; "but 
will you come along with me and see for 
yourself? " 

Mr. Utterson's only answer was to rise and 
get his hat and great-coat ; but he observed 
with wonder the greatness of the relief that 
appeared upon the butler's face, and perhaps 
with no less, that the wine was still untasted 
when he set it down to follow. 

It was a wild, cold, seasonable night of 
March, with a pale moon, lying on her back 
as though the wind had tilted her, and a fly- 
ing 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 Lon- 
don so deserted. He could have wished it 
otherwise; never in his life had he been con- 


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scious of so sharp a wish to see and touch his 
fellow creatures; for struggle as he might, 
there was borne in upon his mind a crushing 
anticipation of 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 spite of the biting weather, took off his 
hat and mopped his brow with a red pocket- 
handkerchief. But for all the hurry of his 
coming, 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?" 

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"Jt's all right/' said Poole. "Open the 

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 

"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 


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lamentation, they had all started and turned 
toward the inner door with faces of dreadful 
expectation. " And now," continued the 
butler, addressing the knife-boy, "reach me a 
candle, and we'll get this through our hands 
at once." And then he begged Mr. Utterson 
to follow him, and led the way to the back 

"Now, sir," said he, "you come as gently 
as you can. I want you to hear, and I don't 
want you to be heard. And see here, sir, if 
by any chance he was to ask you in, don't go." 

Mr. Utterson's nerves, at this unlooked-for 
termination, gave a jerk that nearly threw 
him from his balance; but he re-collected his 
courage, and followed the butler into the 
laboratory building and through the surgical 
theater, 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 mak- 
ing a great and obvious call on his resolu- 
tion, mounted the steps and knocked with a 


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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 qne," 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. 

"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 
wejieard him cry out upon the name of God ; 


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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. Utter- 
son, biting his finger. "Suppose it were as 
you suspect ; supposing Doctor 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 

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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 an- 
other 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 : " Doctor 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 Doctor 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 


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to Doctor 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. Utter- 
son ; 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 serv- 
ant, rather sulkily ; and then, with another 
voice, " But what matters hand of write," he 
said. " IVe seer^ him ! " 

" Seen him ?" repeated Mr. Utterson. 

"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 

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look for this drug or whatever it is; for the 
cabinet door was open, and there he was at 
the far end of the room digging among the 
crates. He looked up when I came in, gave 
a kind of cry, and whipped up stairs into the 
cabinet. It was but for one minute that I 
saw him, but the hair stood upon my head 
like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why 
had he a mask upon his face? If it was my 
master, why did he cry out like a rat, and 
run from me? I have served him long 
enough. And then" The man paused 
and passed his hand over his face. 

" These are all very strange circumstances," 
said Mr. Utterson, "but I think I begin to 
see daylight. Your master, Poole, is plainly 
seized 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 his 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 

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he be not deceived! There is my explana- 
tion ; it is sad enough, Poole, ay, and ap- 
palling 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 mas- 
ter, 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. "Oh, 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 Doctor 
Jekyll God knows what it was, but it was 
never Doctor 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 cer- 
tain. Much as I desire to spare your master's 


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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 

"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 

"That's very well said," returned the law- 
yer ; " 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. 

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" 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 
recognize 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. Uttersou, 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, 


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sir, beyond this : that you felt it in your 
marrow kind of cold and thin." 

" I own I felt something of what you 
describe," said Mr. Utterson. 

" Quite so, sir," returned Poole. " Well, 
when that masked thing like a monkey 
jumped from among the chemicals and 
whipped into the cabinet, it went down my 
spine like ice. Oh, I know it's not evi- 
dence, Mr. Utterson; I'm book-learned 
enough for that; but a ma'n has his feelings, 
and I give you my Bible word it was Mr. 

" Ay, ay," said the lawyer. " My fears 
incline to the same point. Evil, I fear, 
founded evil was sure to come of that con- 
nection. Ay, truly, I believe you ; I believe 
poor Harry is killed, and I believe his mur- 
derer 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. 


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"Pull yourself together, Bradshaw," said 
the lawyer. "This suspense, I know, is tell- 
ing upon all of you; but it is now our inten- 
tion 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, he 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 can- 
dle to and fro about their steps, until they 
came into the shelter of the theatre, where 


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they sat down silently to wait. London 
hummed solemnly all round ; 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. 


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" Weeping like a woman or a lost soul," 
said the butler. " I came away with that 
upon my heart, that I could have wept, too." 

But now the ten minutes drew to an end. 
Poole disinterred the axe from under a stack 
of packing-straw ; the candle was set upon the 
nearest table to light them to the attack, and 
they drew near with bated breath to where 
that patient foot was still going up and down, 
up and down, in the quiet of the night. 

" Jekyll," cried Utterson, with a loud 
voice, "I demand to see you." He paused a 
moment, but there came no reply. " I give 
you fair warning, our suspicions are aroused, 
and I must and shall see you," he resumed; 
" if not by fair means, then by foul if not 
of your consent, then by brute force!" 

" Utterson," said the voice, " for God's 
sake, have mercy ! " 

"Ah! that's not Jekyll's voice it's 
Hyde's!" cried Utterson. "Down with the 
door, Poole!" 

Poole swung the axe over his shoulder; the 
1 20 

The Last Night 

blow shook the building, and the red baize 
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 ex- 
cellent 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 lamp- 
light, a good fire glowing and chattering on 
the hearth, the kettle singing its thin strain, a 
drawer or two open, papers neatly set forth 
on the business table, and nearer the fire, the 
things laid out for tea ; the quietest room, 
you would have said, and, but for the glazed 
presses full of chemicals, the most common- 
place that night in London. 

Right in the midst there lay the body of a 

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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 he was looking on the body of a self- 

"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 by-street, and with this the 
cabinet communicated separately by a second 


The Last Night 

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 advised 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, hearken- 
ing to the sound. 

" Or he may have fled," said Utterson, and 
he turned to examine the door in the by-street. 
It was locked ; and, lying near by on the flags, 
they found the key, already stained with rust. 

"This does not look like use," observed the 


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" 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 frac- 
tures, 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 awe-struck glance at the 
dead body, proceeded more thoroughly to ex- 
amine the contents of the cabinet. At one 
table there were traces of chemical work, 
various measured heaps of some white salt 
being laid on glass saucers, as though for an 
experiment in which the unhappy man had 
been prevented. 

" That is the same drug that I was always 
bringing him," said Poole; and even as he 
spoke, the kettle with a startling noise boiled 

This brought them to the fireside, where 
the easy-chair was drawn cosily up, and the 


The Last Night 

tea-things stood ready to the sitter's elbow, 
the very sugar in the cup. There were several 
books on a shelf; one lay beside the tea- 
things open, and Utterson was amazed to find 
it a copy of a pious work, for which Jekyll 
had several times expressed a great esteem, 
annotated, in his own hand, with startling ~ 

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 has 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 words with a start, and then conquering 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

the weakness " what could Jekyll want with 
it?" he said. 

" You may say that ! " said Poole. 

Next they turned to the business table. On 
the desk, among the neat array of papers, a 
large envelope was uppermost, and bore, in 
the doctor's hand, the name of Mr. Utterson. 
The lawyer unsealed it, and several enclosures 
fell to the floor. The first was a will, drawn 
in the same eccentric terms as the one which 
he had returned six months before to serve as 
a testament in case of death and as a deed of 
gift in case of disappearance ; but in place of 
the name of Edward Hyde, the lawyer, with 
indescribable amazement, read the name of 
Gabriel John Utterson. He looked at Poole, 
and then back at the paper, and last of all at 
the dead malefactor stretched upon the carpet. 

" My head goes round," he said. " He 
has been all these days in possession ; he had 
no cause to like me ; he must have raged to 
see himself displaced ; and he has not destroyed 
this document." 


The Last Night 

He caught up the next paper; it was a 
brief note in the doctor's hand and dated at 
the top. "Oh, Poole!" the lawyer cried, 
" he was alive and here this day. He can 
not 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 

" Why don't you read it, sir ? " asked Poole. 

" Because I fear," replied the lawyer, sol- 
emnly. " 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 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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, 


"There was a third inclosure ? " asked 

" Here, sir," said Poole, and gave into his 
hands a considerable packet sealed in several 

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. Lanyotis Narrative 

Doctor Lanyorf s Narrative 

ON the ninth of January, now four days 
ago, I received by the evening de- 
livery a registered envelope, ad- 
dressed in the hand of my colleague and old 
school-companion, Henry Jekyll. I was a 
good deal surprised by this, for we were by 
no means in the habit of correspondence ; I 
had seen the man dined with him, indeed, 
the night before; and I could imagine nothing 
in our intercourse that should justify the for- 
mality of registration. The contents increased 
my wonder ; for this is how the letter ran : 

" loth December, 18 . 

" DEAR LANYON, You are one of my 
oldest friends ; and although we may have 
differed at times on scientific questions, I can- 
not 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 honor, my reason, depend upon you,' I 

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would not have sacrificed my fortune or my 
left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my 
honor, my reason, are all at your mercy ; if 
you fail me to-night, I am lost. You might 
suppose, after this preface, that I am going to 
ask you for something dishonorable to grant. 
Judge for yourself. 

" I want you to postpone all other engage- 
ments for to-night 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 mind, 


Dr. Lanyon's Narrative 

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 pre- 
ferred for what will then remain to do. At 
midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone 
in your consulting room, to admit with your 
own hand into the house a man who will 
present himself in my name, and to place in 
his hands the drawer that you will have 
brought with you from my cabinet. Then 
you will have played your part and earned 
my gratitude completely. Five minutes after- 


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ward, 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. 

" 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 possi- 
bility ? Think of me at this hour, in a 
strange place, laboring 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, 


" 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 


Dr. Lanyon's Narrative 

to-morrow morning. In that case, dear Lan- 
yon, do my errand when it shall be most con- 
venient 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 with- 
out a grave responsibility. I rose accordingly 
from the 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 in- 
struction, 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 Doctor Denman's surgical theatre 


The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 color. The phial, to which I next 
turned my attention, might have been about 
half full of a blood-red liquor, which was 
highly pungent to the sense of smell, and 


Dr. Lanyoris Narrative 

seemed to me to contain phosphorus and some 
volatile ether. At the other ingredients I 
could make no guess. The book was an or- 
dinary version book, and contained little but 
a series of dates. These covered a period of 
many years, but I observed that the entries 
ceased nearly a year ago and quite abruptly. 
Here and there a brief remark was appended 
to a date, usually no more than a single word, 
"double" occurring perhaps six times in a 
total of several hundred entries ; and once, 
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 honor, the sanity, or the life 
of my flighty colleague ? If his messenger 
could go to one place, why could he not go 


'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

to another ? and even granting some impedi- 
ment, why was this gentleman to be received 
by me in secret? The more I reflected, the 
more convinced I grew that I was dealing 
with a case of cerebral disease ; and though I 
dismissed my servants to bed, I loaded an old 
revolver that I might be found in some 
posture of self-defense. 

Twelve o'clock had scarce rung out over 
London, ere the knocker sounded very gently 
on the door. I went myself at the sum- 
mons, and found a small man crouching 
against the pillars of the portico. 

"Are you come from Doctor Jekyll?" I 

He told me "Yes" by a constrained ges- 
ture; and when I had bidden him enter, he 
did not obey me without a searching back- 
ward 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 


Dr. Lanyons Narrative 

These particulars struck me, I confess, dis- 
agreeably; and as I followed him into the 
bright light of the consulting- room, 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 neighborhood. This bore some 
resemblance to incipient rigor and was accom- 
panied 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 

This person who had thus, from the first 

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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 some- 
thing seizing, surprising, and revolting this 
fresh disparity seemed but to fit in with and 
to re-enforce 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 


Dr. Lanyons Narrative 

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 ex- 
ample, and sat down myself in my customary 
seat and with as fair an imitation of my ordi- 
nary 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, Doctor 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, Doctor 
Henry Jekyll, on a piece of business of some 


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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 hys- 
teria " I understood, a drawer " 

But here I took pity on my visitor's sus- 
pense, and some perhaps on my own growing 

"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. 

"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 ut- 
tered one loud sob of such immense relief 
that I sat petrified. And the next moment, 
in a voice that was already fairly well under 


Dr. Lanyons Narrative 

control, "Have you a graduated glass?" he 

I rose from my place with something of an 
effort and gave him what he asked. 

He thanked me with a smiling nod, meas- 
ured 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 color, to effervesce audibly, and to throw 
off small fumes of vapor. 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 

"And now," said he, "to settle what re- 
mains. Will you be wise ? will you be guided ? 
will you surfer me to take this glass in my 
hand and to go forth from your house without 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 in- 
stant, 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 inex- 
plicable 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 


Dr. Lanyon's Narrative 

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 fol- 
lowed ; he 
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 sud- 
denly black, and the 
features seemed to 
melt and alter, and 

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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. 

"Oh, God!" I screamed, and "Oh, God!" 
again and again; for there before my eyes 
pale and shaken, and half fainting, and grop- 
ing before him with his hands, like a man 
restored from death there stood Henry 

What he told me in the next hour I can- 
not 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 can not, even in memory, dwell 


Dr. Lanyon's Narrative 

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. 



Henry yekylF s Full Statement 
of the Case 

Henry JekyW s Full Statement 
of the Case 

1WAS 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 fellow-men, and thus, as might 
have been supposed, with every guarantee of 
an honorable and distinguished future. And 
indeed the worst of my faults was a certain 
impatient gayety 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 be- 
fore 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 prog- 
ress and position in the world, I stood already 

The Strange Case of Dr. yekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 
double-dealer, 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 labored, 
in the eye of day, at the furtherance of 
knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffer- 
ing. And it chanced that the direction of 


Henry Jekyll 's Full Statement of the Case 

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 intelli- 
gence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus 
drew steadily nearer to that truth by whose 
partial discovery I had 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 recognize 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 


The Strange Case of Dr. *Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 

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 be- 
loved day-dream, on the thought of the sepa- 
ration of these elements. If each, I told 
myself, could but be housed in separate iden- 
tities, life would be relieved of all that was 
unbearable; the unjust might go his way, 
delivered from the aspirations 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 agonized womb of con- 
sciousness these polar twins should be con- 
tinuously struggling. How, then, were they 
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I was so far in my reflection when, as I 
have said, a side-light, 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 mist- 
like 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 burden of our life are bound 
forever on man's shoulders, and when the at- 
tempt 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 recognized my natural body for the mere 
aura and effulgence of certain of the powers 
that made up my spirit, but managed to 


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compound a drug by which these powers should 
be dethroned from their supremacy, and a sec- 
ond form and countenance substituted, none 
the less natural to me because they were the 
expression, and bore the stamp, of the 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 over- 
dose or at the least inopportunity in the mo- 
ment 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 pre- 
pared 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 
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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 can not 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, some- 
thing indescribably new, and, from its very 
novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, 
lighter, happier in body ; within I was con- 
scious of a heady recklessness, a current of 
disordered sensual images running like a mill- 
race 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. 
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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 dis- 
closed 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 appear- 
ance of Edward Hyde 

I must here speak by theory alone, saying 
not that which I know, but that which I 


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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, nine-tenths 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 de- 
formity and decay. And yet when I looked 
upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was con- 
scious 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 


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divided countenance I had been hitherto ac- 
customed 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 visi- 
ble 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 dis- 
solution, and came to myself once more with 
the character, the stature, and the face of 
Henry Jekyll. 

That night I had come to the fatal cross- 
roads. Had I approached my discovery in a 

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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 prison-house 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 oc- 
casion, 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. 
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and as my pleasures were to say the least 
undignified, and I was not only well known 
and highly considered, but growing towards 
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 no- 
tion; 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 a house- 
keeper 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 my- 
self a familiar object in my second character. 
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much objected; so that if anything befell me 
in the person of Doctor 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 rep- 
utation 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 stand- 
ing 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 


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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, undigni- 
fied; I would scarce use a harder term. But 
in the hands of Edward Hyde, they soon be- 
gan to turn towards the monstrous. When I 
would come back from these excursions, I 
was often plunged into a kind of wonder at 
my vicarious depravity. This farniliaj-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 centered 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 unim- 


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paired; 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 conse- 
quence, I shall no more than mention. An act 
of cruelty to a child aroused against me the 
anger of a passer-by, whom I recognized 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 check 
drawn in the name of Henry Jekyll. But 
this danger was easily eliminated from the 
future by opening an account at another bank 
in the name of Edward Hyde himself; and 


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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 ad- 
ventures, 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 recognized the pattern of the bed 
curtains 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 my- 
self, and, in my psychological way, began 
lazily to inquire into the elements of this 
illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, drop- 
ping back into a comfortable morning doze. 
I was still so engaged when, in one of my 
more wakeful moments, my eye fell upon 

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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 mid- 
London morning, lying half-shut on the bed- 
clothes, 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 


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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 horror- 
struck. 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 Doctor Jekyll had returned to 
his own shape and was sitting down, with a 
darkened brow, to make a feint of break- 

Small indeed was my appetite. This inex- 
plicable incident, this reversal of my previous 
experience, seemed, like the Babylonian finger 

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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 pro- 
jecting 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, 


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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 be- 
coming 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 un- 
equally shared between them. Jekyll who 
was composite now with the most sensitive 
apprehensions, now with a greedy gusto, pro- 
jected and shared in the pleasures and adven- 
tures of Hyde ; but Hyde was indifferent to 
Jekyll, or but remembered him as the moun- 
tain bandit remembers the cavern in which 
he conceals himself from pursuit. Jekyll had 
more than a father's interest ; Hyde had more 
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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 not be even conscious 
of all that he had lost. Strange as my cir- 
cumstances 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 discon- 
tented doctor, surrounded by friends and cher- 
ishing honest hopes ; and bade a resolute fare- 
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light step, leaping impulses, and secret pleas- 
ures 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 strug- 
gling 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, 
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had considered my position, made enough al- 
lowance for the complete moral insensibility and 
insensate readiness to evil which were the lead- 
ing characteristics 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 provo- 
cation, and that I struck in no more reasona- 
ble spirit than that in which a sick child may 
break a plaything. But I had voluntarily 
stripped myself of all those balancing instincts 
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. 

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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 dis- 
persed ; I saw my life to be forfeit, and fled 
from the scene of these excesses, at once 
glorying and trembling, my lust of evil grati- 
fied 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 lamp-lit streets, in the same divided ecstasy 
of mind, gloating on my crime, light-head- 
edly 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 stream- 
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upon his knees and lifted his clasped hands to 
God. The veil of self-indulgence 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 self-denying toils of my pro- 
fessional 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 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 


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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 mur- 
der 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 labored 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 
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instead that I daily enjoyed it more com- 
pletely ; but I was still cursed with my duality 
of purpose ; and as the first edge of my peni- 
tence wore off, the lower side of me, so long 
indulged, so recently chained down, began to 
growl for license. 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 my 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 my discov- 
ery. 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 odors. I sat in the sun on a bench, 


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the animal within me licking the chaps 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 neighbors; and then I smiled, com- 
paring myself with other men, comparing my 
active good- will 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 a 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 con- 
tempt 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 dining-room at home ; and now I was the 
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less, 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 displeas- 
ing visitor, prevail on the famous physician to 
rifle the study of his colleague, Doctor Jekyll ? 
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character one part remained to me: I could 
write my own hand; and once I had con- 
ceived 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 a hotel in Portland Street, the name 
of which I chanced to remember. At my 
appearance which was indeed comical 
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 at- 
tendants tremble; not a look did they ex- 
change in my presence ; but obsequiously took 
my orders, led me to a private room, and 
brought me wherewithal to write. Hyde in 

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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 can not 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 
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midst of the nocturnal passengers, these two 
base passions raged within him like a tempest. 
He walked fast, hunted by his fears, chatter- 
ing to himself, skulking through the less fre- 
quented 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 


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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 al- 
most 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 her- 
alded 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 pas- 
sions 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 


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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 continually impending doom, 
and by the sleeplessness to which I now con- 
demned 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 transi- 
tion 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 rag- 
ing energies of life. The powers of Hyde 
seemed to have grown with the sickliness of 


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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 co-heir 
with him to death; and beyond these links 
of community, which in themselves made the 
most poignant part of his distress, he thought 
of Hyde, for all his energy of life, as of some- 
thing 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 


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of a different order. His terror 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 re- 
garded. Hence the ape-like tricks that he 
would play me, scrawling in my own hand 
blasphemies on the pages of my books, burn- 
ing 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 

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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 color, 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. 

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 


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face now how sadly altered! in the glass. 
Nor must I delay too long to bring my writ- 
ing to an end; for if my narrative has hith- 
erto 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 selfish- 
ness and circumscription to the moment will 
probably save it once again from the action 
of his ape-like 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 forever reindue that 
hated personality, I know how I shall sit 
shuddering and weeping in my chair, or con- 
tinue, 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 

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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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