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kind words, there was kindness in his eyes and his actions. He was hard with himself, but
he did not judge* the actions of others. He was often the last good influence in the lives of
men who were going bad. He had few friends. The ones he had were either relations or
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young and enjoyed the good life of parties, theatre, fine restaurants. Other people could not
understand why these two liked each other, but they did. Every Sunday the cousins went
for a walk. When people saw them, they noticed that the two men rarely spoke, that they
looked bored and that they always seemed pleased to meet anyone they knew. But both,
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'I have been wanting to speak to you about your will, Jekyll,' Mr Utterson began.c
'My poor Utterson,' Dr Jekyll said. 'You worry more than any other man I know. Except perhaps
Lanyon, who seems worried about my work. Oh, I know he's a good man, but I'm disappointed in
him.'c
Mr Utterson did not want to talk about Dr Lanyon. 'You know I never agreed with it,' he went on.c
'My will?' Dr Jekyll said. 'Yes, I know that. You told me.'c
'And I'm telling you again,' Mr Utterson said. 'I have been learning things about young Mr Hyde.'c
Dr Jekyll's face went white.c
'I do not want to hear any more,' he said.c
'What I heard was not good,' Mr Utterson said.c
'It doesn't change anything,' Dr Jekyll said. 'You don't understand, Utterson. I'm in a difficult
situation - a strange situation. It's one of those problems that cannot be put right by talking.'c
'Jekyll,' Mr Utterson said. 'You know me. You can trust me with a secret. Tell me and I'm sure I
will be able to help you.'c
'My dear Utterson,' Dr Jekyll said, 'this is very good of you. I cannot find words to thank you. I
trust you more than any man alive, but it isn't what you think. I will tell you one thing. I can be
free of Mr Hyde the moment that I choose to be, I promise you that. But this is a private business
and I ask you not to speak of it any more.'c
Mr Utterson thought for several moments, looking into the fire.

Perhaps you are right,' he said at last, getting up from his chair.c
'There is one thing I want you to understand,' Dr Jekyll said. 'I am very interested in poor Hyde.
I know you have seen him because he told me. I'm afraid he was not very polite. But I do take a
great interest in that young man. And if I am taken away, Utterson, I want you to promise me that
you will do what is right and helpc
him, for me.'c
'All right,' Mr Utterson said. 'I promise.' But he was not at all happy.c

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Nearly a year later, in the month of October, London was shocked by a horrible crime. A servant,
who lived alone in a house near the river, had gone upstairs to her bedroom at eleven o'clock and
was sitting beside her window. Although it became foggy later, there were no clouds during the
early part of that night. The street below was lit by the moon.cc

cShe saw an old gentleman with white hair coming along the street from one direction. Coming
towards him from the opposite direction was another, very small man, who was carrying a heavy
walking stick. When they were within speaking distance, the old gentleman spoke politely to the
other man. The moon shone on the old gentleman's face as he spoke, and it was a kind face. The
servant then looked at the small man and, to her surprise, she recognized him. It was a Mr Hyde,
who had once visited her master*. She had not liked him.
He did not answer the old gentleman, but he seemed angry. Suddenly he began to shout and hit the
old gentleman with his stick. The old man fell to the ground. The next moment Hyde was jumping
on him like a wild animal, hitting him again and again.c
The shocked servant heard the sound of breaking bones* and she fainted*.c
It was two o'clock when she became conscious again and she immediately called for the police.c
The murderer had gone long ago, but his victim lay in the middle of the street. Half of the stick that
was used to kill the old gentleman was near his body. The murderer had taken the other half away
with him. Some money and a gold watch were found on the dead man, but no papers except for an
envelope*. This was ready to post and was addressed to Mr Utterson.c
A police officer took the envelope to Mr Utterson the next morning and told him about the crime.
Soon after, they hurried to the police station and Mr Utterson went to see the body.c
'Yes, I recognize him,' Mr Utterson said. "This is the body of Sir Danvers Carew.'c
The police officer was shocked. Sir Danvers Carew was an important and well-respected man.c
'Perhaps you can help us to find his killer, Sir,' he said to Mr Utterson. He told Mr Utterson the
servantǯs story and showed him the broken stick.c
Mr Utterson was worried when he heard the name
Hyde. Then he looked at the broken piece of stick - and recognized it! He had given that stick to Dr
Jekyll many years before.c
'Is this Mr Hyde a small man?' Mr Utterson asked.c
'Small and very evil-looking, the servant said,' the police officer told him.c
Mr Utterson thought for a moment, then said, 'If you will come with me, I think I can take you to
his house.'c
It was now about nine o'clock in the morning. There was some fog around as they drove to an
address in Soho. They stopped in a dirty, narrow street where there was a cheap French eating
house, some small shops and many poor children in torn and dirty clothes sitting in doorways.c
An old woman with silver-coloured hair opened the door of Mr Hyde's house. She had an
unpleasant* face, but she spoke politely.c
'Yes,' she said. 'This is Mr Hyde's house, but he's not at home. He came in very late last night, but he
stayed for less than an hour. That was nothing strange. He comes and goes. Last night was the first
time I had seen him for two months.'c
'We want to see his rooms', Mr Utterson said.c
'That is not possible!' the woman answered. 'I can't-'c
'Let me tell you who this person is,' Mr Utterson said. 'He is Inspector Newcome of Scotland Yard*.'c
A smile appeared on the woman's face, but it was not a nice smile.c
'Ah!' she said. 'He's in trouble! What has he done?'c
Mr Utterson and Inspector Newcome looked at one another.

'He's not a very popular man, is he?' Inspector Newcome said. 'Nov/, my good woman, let this
gentleman and me look at Mr Hyde's rooms.'c
The house was empty, except for two rooms. The furniture in these rooms was comfortable and
expensive. A cupboard was filled with bottles of wine, there were good pictures on the walls and
there was a thick carpet* covering the floor.c
But there were also signs that someone had recently left in a hurry. Clothes lay on the floor, with
their pockets inside out. Drawers were open. Some papers had been burnt in the fireplace, and
Inspector Newcome found part of a cheque book among the ashes*.c
Then he found the other half of the broken stick behind the door.c
Soon after, he and Mr Utterson visited the bank. Here they discovered that Mr Hyde had paid in
several thousand pounds.c
'Don't worry,' Inspector Newcome told Mr Utterson. 'I'll soon catch him now. He was stupid to
leave that stick and the burnt cheque book behind. Now all we have to do is wait for him to come
to the bank for some money, and to send round a description of him:c
But it was not easy to produce a description. There were no photographs of Mr Hyde and everyone
who had seen him described him differently. They agreed on only one thing. The man looked wild
and evil.

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It was late in the afternoon when Mr Utterson went to Dr Jekyll's house. Poole opened the front
door and took Mr Utterson down through the kitchens and across the courtyard to the laboratory.
This was the building which Dr Jekyll used for his experiments.c
It was the first time that Mr Utterson had been in this part of his friend's home. The laboratory had
no windows and was dark. Mr Utterson looked around with interest, and with a strange,
unpleasant feeling. There were chemicals on the table and the floor was covered with boxes and
packing straw.c
At the end of the laboratory, some stairs went up to a red door. Mr Utterson went through this door
into a large room. There was a desk in the centre and mirrors fitted to a wall. Three windows with
metal bars across them looked out over the courtyard.c
A fire was burning in the fireplace and a lamp was lit on the mantelpiece*. And there beside the fire
sat Dr Jekyll, looking white and ill. He did not stand up, but held out a cold hand to his visitor.c
'Have you heard the news?' Mr Utterson asked him, as soon as Poole left them alone.c
'I heard the newspaper boys shouting it in the street,' Dr Jekyll said.c
'Listen,' Mr Utterson said. 'Sir Danvers Carew was my client, but so are you. You're not mad enough
to hide this man, are you?' c
'No, Utterson!' Dr Jekyll cried. 'I promise that I'llc
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never see him again. I have finished with him. it is all finished. He does not want my help. He is
safe and no one will ever-hear of him again.'c
Mr Utterson listened. He was not happy. . 'You seem to be very sure of him,' he said. 'I hope you are
right. If the police catch him, your name may be mentioned.'c
'I am quite sure of him,' Dr Jekyll replied. 'I cannot give you my reasons, but you can give me your
advice about something. I have received a letter. I don't know if I should show it to the police. I'll
leave it to you to decide, Utterson, because I trust you.'c
'You are afraid, I suppose, that it might lead to Hyde's discovery,' Mr Utterson said.c
'No,' Dr Jekyll said. 'I don't care what happens to Hyde. I am finished with him. I was thinking of
my own reputation.'c
Utterson thought for a moment, then he said, 'Let me see that letter.'c
The writing on the letter was strange. It said:c

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Mr Utterson felt a little better after reading it. 'Do you have the envelope?' he asked.c
'I bu rnt it,' Dr jekyll replied. 'But the letter was not posted. Somebody brought it to the house.'c
'Shall I keep this?' Mr Utterson asked.c
'I will leave the decision to you,' Dr Jekyll replied.

'I will consider all this,' Mr Utterson said. 'But I have one more question. Was it Hyde who told you
what to say in your will about disappearing?'c
For a moment, it looked as though Dr Jekyll was going to faint .Then he quietly said, 'Yes.'c
'I knew it!' Mr Utterson cried. 'He planned to murder you! You were lucky to escape!'c
'I have learned a lesson, Utterson,' Dr Jekyll said. 'Oh, what a lesson I have learned!' And he covered
his face with his hands.c
On his way out of the house, Mr Utterson stopped to speak to Poole.c
'A letter was delivered today,' he said. 'Who brought it, Poole? What did he look like?'c
'A letter, Sir?' Poole said. 'No letter was delivered by hand today. The only letters that came were
those that came through the post.'c
All Mr Utterson's fears returned as he left the house. 'Did the letter come through the laboratory
door?' he wondered. 'Or was it written in the upstairs room of the laboratory? If it was, I must be
extremely careful what I do.'c
Mr Utterson walked home through the streets. Newspaper boys were shouting, 'Murder! Murder!
Sir Danvers Carew murdered! Read all about it!' as he walked by them.c
A good friend and client was dead. Was that death about to hurt the good reputation of another?
He would have to be careful to make the right decision. 'For the first time for many years,' thought
Mr Utterson, 'I need some advice.'c
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Soon after, he was sitting beside his fireplace with Mr Guest, the head clerk* from Mr
Utterson's office. A bottle of good wine stood on the table between them. Outside, the
fog still covered the city, but the fire made the room warm and bright.c
Mr Utterson kept very few secrets from Guest, and Guest had often gone to Dr Jekyll's
house on business. He knew Poole and he must also know about Mr Hyde. Was it a good
idea to let him see the letter? Mr Utterson thought that it was. He knew that Guest was a
student of handwriting and was a man able to give good advice. c
'This is a sad business about Sir Danvers Carew,' Mr Utterson said.c
'Yes, Sir,' Guest agreed. 'The public are very angry. The killer was mad, of course.' c
'I would like to know what you think about that,' Mr Utterson said. 'I have a letter here,
in his handwriting. The murderer's handwriting. You must not speak about this to
anyone else, of course. I don't know what to do about it, but here it is.'c
Guest's eyes became bright and he examined the letter with great interest. 'Not mad, Sir,'
he said after a moment. "But the writing is very strange.' c
Just then, a servant came in with a note.c
'Is that from Dr Jekyll, Sir?' Guest asked. 'I thought I recognized the writing. Is it private,
Mr Utterson?' c
'No, it's only an invitation to dinner,' Mr Utterson said. 'Why? Do you want to see it?'c
'Just for a moment, Sir.' Guest put the two pieces of paper down side by side and
examined the writing. 'Thank you, Sir,' he said at last, and returned both of.
Them to Mr Utterson. 'It's a very interesting signature.'c
'Why did you compare them, Guest?' Mr Utterson asked.c
'Well, Sir,' Guest replied, 'the handwriting on both letters is very similar.'c
'That's strange,' Mr Utterson said.c
'Very strange,' Guest agreed.c
'Please don't speak to anybody about this note, Guest,' Mr Utterson said.c
'No, Sir,' Guest said, 'I understand.'c
As soon as Mr Utterson was alone that night, he locked the note in his safe.c
'Henry Jekyll wrote a letter for a murderer!' he thought.c
And his blood went cold.c
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Thousands of pounds were offered for information that might help the police catch the murderer.
But Mr Hyde had disappeared. No one had seen him since he had left the house in Soho on the
morning of the murder. Stories of his past were told - stories about his cruel and violent behaviour
- but nobody knew where to find him.c
Time passed. Mr Utterson began to feel less worried. The death of Sir Danvers Carew, he thought,
was more than paid for by the disappearance of Mr Hyde. And now that evil influence had gone, a
new life began for Dr Jekyll. He came out of hiding and once again became a guest at the homes of
his friends. He was busy. His face was happier and brighter, and for more than two months Dr
Jekyll was at peace. Early in January, Mr Utterson went to dinner at Dr Jekyll's house. There were a
few other guests, including Dr Lanyon. Dr Jekyll was in a happy mood, and the three of them
talked like old friends again.c

But a few days later when Mr Utterson called to see Dr Jekyll, Poole answered the door and said,
'Dr Jekyll will not see anyone.'c
He tried again the next day but without success.c
Mr Utterson was worried. He went to see Dr Lanyon.c
When he went in, he was shocked to see how ill Dr Lanyon looked. The doctor's face was grey
and thin and the mark of death was written on it. But more remarkable than this was the terror in
Dr Lanyon s eyes. What was the doctor afraid of? Dying?c
'He must know that he has only a little while to live,' Mr Utterson thought.c
'I have had a shock,' Dr Lanyon said. 'I shall never get better and I only have a few weeks to live
at the most. Well, life has been good to me. 1 liked it. Yes, Sir, I used to like it. But I sometimes
think that if we knew the truth about everything, we would be happier to leave this life.'c
'Jekyll is ill, too,' Mr Utterson said. 'Have you seen him?'c
Dr Lanyon's face changed. 'I do not wish to see or hear any more about Dr Jekyll,' he said in a loud
voice. 'I have finished with that person. I think of him as
Someone who is already dead and I don't want to talk about him.'
'Oh dear,' Mr Utterson said. Then, after a long pause, went on, 'Can I do anything? We are three
very old friends, Lanyon.'c
'Nothing can be done,' Dr Lanyon replied. 'Ask Jekyll himself.'c
'He will not see me,' Mr Utterson said.c
'I am not surprised,' Dr Lanyon replied. 'Some day, Utterson, after I am dead, perhaps you will learn
the true story. I cannot tell you. But now, if you will sit and talk with me about other things, please
stay. But if you cannot keep away from this terrible subject, then please go.'c
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The next day, a letter came from Dr Jekyll. It was a long and darkly mysterious reply tc his question.
The letter said:c

It is not our old friend Lanyon's fault. But I agree with him that we must never meet again. In
future, I shall not see anyone. You must not be surprised if my door is shut, even to you, my friend.
I have brought on myself a danger that I cannot tell you about. I have done wrong, and I must
suffer for it. I did not think this earth contained so many sufferings and terrors. There is only one
thing that you can do to help me, Utterson, and that is to let me be alone and to let me be silent.

Utterson was very surprised. Until a week ago the dark influence of Hyde had seemed to fade and
the doctor had seemed a man at peace with himself again. There had been the promise of a long
and happy life. But now? Now, in a moment, friendship and peace of mind had been destroyed.c
'Can he be mad?' Mr Utterson wondered. 'But Dr Lanyon's manner and words suggested a deeper,
more mysterious reason.'c
A week later, Dr Lanyon went to his bed and in less than two weeks he was dead.c
The next day Mr Utterson locked the door of his office. Sitting there by the light of. a candle, he
took out an envelope and put it in front of him. The envelope was addressed in Dr Lanyon's
handwriting. On the front of the envelope were the words:c

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Mr Utterson was almost afraid to open the envelope, but he did. Inside was another envelope.
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Mr Utterson could not believe his eyes. There was the word again! Disappearance! Here again, as in
Jekyll's will, was the idea that Dr Jekyll might disappear at some time! Mr Utterson had thought
that the idea had come from the evil Mr Hyde, whose reasons were clear and horrible. But here was
the same idea, written this time by the hand of Dr Lanyon.c

'What does it mean?' Mr Utterson thought.c

He wanted to open the envelope at once and discover the answer to the mystery. But hp was a good
and honest man, and followed his dead friend's wishes. So he put the envelope into the corner of his
private safe.c
Mr Utterson continued to call at Dr Jekyll's house, but without enthusiasm. And he was not sorry
when Poole told him that the doctor would not see him. Perhaps, in his heart, Mr Utterson
preferred to 'speak to Poole at the door, although Poole never had good news for him.c
'Dr Jekyll stays in his workroom above the laboratory more and more,' Poole told Mr Utterson. 'He
even sleeps there sometimes. He is very silent, and does not read. He seems to have something on
his mind.'c
On Sunday, Mr Utterson went for his usual walk with Mr Enfield. They came to the tall, dark, ugly
building without windows and stopped to look at the door.c
'Well,' Enfield said, 'that is the end of that story. We shan't see Mr Hyde again.'c
'I hope not,' Mr Utterson said. 'Did I ever tell you that I saw him once? And you were right, he was
indeed an evil-looking man.'c
'You must have thought me stupid not to realize that this was a back entrance to Dr Jekyll's!' Enfield
said.c
'So you discovered that, did you?' Mr Utterson said. 'Then why don't we step into the courtyard and
take a look at the windows at the back? To be honest, I am worried about poor Jekyll. It might do
him some good to see a friend outside.'

The courtyard was cool and the sky was beginning to get dark. The middle one of the
three windows was half open. Sitting beside it, looking like ah unhappy prisoner
behind the metal bars, was Dr Jekyll.c
'Jekyll!' Mr Utterson cried. 'I hope you are feeling better.' c
'1 am very ill, Utterson,' Dr Jekyll replied.c
'You stay inside too much,' Mr Utterson said. 'You must get out into the fresh air, like
Mr Enfield and me. This is my cousin, Mr Enfield. Why don't you get your hat and
come for a walk with us?'c
'You are very good,' Dr Jekyll answered. '1 should like to, very much. But no, no, no, I
can't. It is impossible. But I am very glad to see you, Utterson. I would like to ask you
and Mr Enfield to come up, but the place is too untidy for visitors.' c
'Well then,' Mr Utterson said, 'the best thing we can do is stay down here and speak
with you.' c
'That is just what I was going to suggest,' Dr Jekyll began, with a smile.c
But suddenly the smile disappeared from his face and a look of terror took its place.
The look was enough to freeze the blood of the two men below. They saw it for only a
moment, because then Dr Jekyll shut the window quickly. c
They turned and walked out of the courtyard and along the street without speaking a
word. At last, Mr Utterson turned and looked at his cousin. Both of their faces were
white and there was terror in their eyes. c
'God forgive us! God forgive us!' Mr Utterson said.c
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Mr Utterson was sitting beside his fire one evening when Poole arrived at his house. Mr Utterson
was surprised to see him.c
'Poole!' he cried. 'What brings you here? Is the doctor ill?'c
'Mr Utterson,' Poole said. 'Something is wrong.'c
'Sit down. Have a glass of wine,' Mr Utterson said. 'Now, tell me what you want.'c
'I am worried about Dr Jekyll, Sir,' Poole said. 'He is shut up in his workroom above the laboratory
and I don't like it. I'm afraid, Mr Utterson. I've been afraid for about a week now.' He certainly
looked afraid. He sat with the glass of wine on his knee, and looked at the floor.c
'I can see that you have a good reason for coming, Poole,' Mr Utterson said. 'I can see that
something is seriously wrong. Try to tell me what it is.'c
'I think a terrible crime has happened,' Poole said.c
'Crime!' Mr Utterson cried. He was suddenly frightened. 'What crime? What do you mean?'c
'I cannot say, Sir,' Poole said. 'But will you come with me and see?'c
Mr Utterson did not answer. Instead, he got his hat and coat, and both men left the house.c
It was a wild, cold night in March and there were no people in the streets. The wind made it
difficult to talk.c
'I have never seen this part of London so empty,' Mr Utterson thought. 'And I wish that it wasn't. I
would be

Pleased to see some other people.'c

He was afraid, and had a strong feeling of imminent disaster.c
When they got to the square, the wind was blowing the trees in the garden. Poole stopped. His
face was white and when he spoke his voice was hard and broken.c
'H-Here we are, Sir,' he said. 'Please God, let nothing be wrong!'c
He knocked on the door.c
'Is that you, Poole?' asked a voice from inside.c
'It's all right,' Poole said. 'Open the door.'c
The hall was brightly lit and the fire was burning. All the servants, men and women, were standing
close together like sheep. When they saw Mr Utterson, one cried, ǮThank God! It's Mr Utterson!'c
'Why are you all here together?' Mr Utterson asked. 'It is not right. Your master will not be
pleased.'c
'They are all afraid,' Poole said.c
He took a candle and asked Mr Utterson to follow him. The two men went through the house and
into the courtyard.c
'Now, Sir,' Poole said. 'Come as quietly as you can. I want you to hear, but I don't want him to hear
you. And, Sir, if he asks you to go in, don't go.'c
A nervous Mr Utterson followed Poole into the laboratory building. They walked past the boxes
and bottles, and across to the stairs leading to the red door. Poole made a sign to tell him to wait
and listen. Then he put down the candle, took a deep breath, went up the stairs and knocked on the
red door.c
'Mr Utterson is here, Sir,' he called. 'He is asking to see.

You.'c
An angry voice answered from the other side of the door. 'Tell him i cannot see anyone!'c
'Thank you, Sir,' Poole said, looking satisfied.c
He led Mr Utterson back across the courtyard and into the kitchen.c
'Sir,' he said, looking Mr Utterson in the eyes. 'Was that my master's voice?'c
'It seems to have greatly changed,' Mr Utterson replied.c
'Changed?' Poole said. 'I have been here twenty years in my master's house. That was not his voice.
No, Sir! My master has been murdered. He was murdered eight days ago, when we heard him cry
out the name of God. But who is in there now? That's what I want to know!'c
'This is a strange story, Poole,' Mr Utterson said, biting his finger. 'A wild story. And if you are right,
why does the murderer stay? It doesn't make sense.'c
'You are a hard man to satisfy, Mr Utterson, but I'll tell you something else,' Poole said. 'All this
week, the man behind the red door has been crying night and day for some kind of medicine.
Sometimes the master will write his orders on pieces of paper and throw them out on to the stairs.
That's all we've had this week. Orders and a closed door. Every day, and two or three times in the
same day, there have been orders. Orders sending me to all the chemists in London. And every
time I bring a powder back, there is another note telling me to return it because it is not good
enough. Then comes another order for a different chemist. This drug is wanted urgently for
something, Sir.'

Have you got any of these papers?' Mr Utterson asked.c

Poole put a "hand in his pocket and took out a note.  He gave it to Mr Utterson, who took it
nearer to the candle and examined it closely. It was addressed to a chemist, and said:c

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'This is a strange note,' Mr Utterson said. 'Are you certain it's Dr Jekyll's handwriting?'c
'It looks like it,' Poole said. 'But that doesn't matter, because I've seen the man in the room.'c
'Seen him?' Mr Utterson said. 'Tell me.'c
'Well, Sir,' Poole said. 'I came into the laboratory and noticed that the red door was open. And then
I saw him. At the far end of the laboratory, looking for something among the boxes. He looked up
when I came in, gave a kind of cry and ran upstairs into the room with the red door. I only saw him
for a minute - but my hair stood up on my head! Sir, if that was my master, why was he wearing a
mask* on his face? Why did he cry out and run away from me?'c
'It is all very strange,' Mr Utterson said, 'but I think I'm beginning to understand. Your master's
illness is the kind that changes a person's appearance, and perhaps his.
voice, too. That's why he wears a mask and shuts himself away. He doesn't want to shock his
friends. And it explains why he so urgently needs to find the right drug to help him get better.'c
'Sir,' Poole said. 'Do you think I don't know my master after twenty years? Dr Jekyll is a tall
man, but this man was small. No, Sir, that thing in the mask was not my master. God knows
what it was, but it was not Dr Jekyll! I believe murder has been done.'c
'Then, Poole, I must break into that room,' Mr Utterson said.c
'We'll do it together,' Poole said. 'There is an axe in the laboratory And you take the kitchen
poker, Sir.'c
'What we are going to do may be dangerous, Poole,' Mr Utterson said. 'Do you know that?'c
'Yes, Sir,' Poole said.c
'Then we must be honest with each other,' Mr Utterson said. 'We both think more than we have
said. Now, tell me, did you recognize the man in the mask?'c
'The man moved so quickly,' Poole said. 'I can't be sure, but - if you mean, was it Mr Hyde? Yes, I
think it was! He was similar in size. And who else could have got in through the laboratory
door? Remember, Sir, that at the time of the murder he still had the key with him. But that's not
all. Did you ever meet Mr Hyde?'c
'Yes,' Mr Utterson said. 'I once spoke with him.'c
'Then you know that there is something strange about that gentleman,' Poole said. ǮSomething
frightening. Something that makes you go cold inside.'c
'I know what you mean,' Mr Utterson said.c
'Well, when that masked thing jumped up from among

the chemicals and ran up the stairs, my stomach went as cold as ice,' Poole said. 'I'm sure it was Mr
Hyde.'c
'I believe you,' Mr Utterson said. 'And I believe that poor Dr Jekyll is dead and that the murderer is
still in that room. Call Bradshaw.'c
Bradshaw, one of Dr Jekyll's footmen*, came quickly. He was white and very nervous.c
'Keep calm, Bradshaw,' Mr Utterson said. 'Poole and I are going to break into the workroom above
the laboratory. You and another servant must guard the laboratory door and stop anyone who tries
to escape. Take some big sticks to protect yourselves. We will wait ten minutes to give you time to
get to your positions.'c
Bradshaw left and Mr Utterson looked at his watch. 'Now, Poole, let's go to our positions,' he said.
And he put the kitchen poker under his arm and led the way out into the courtyard. Clouds were
covering the moon and it was quite dark. They hurried across to the laboratory and went inside.
Poole found the axe under some boxes and they sat down silently to wait. The silence was broken
by the sound of feet walking backwards and forwards across the floor of the room above.c
'The walking goes on all day, and most of the night,' Poole said. 'But tell me, Mr Utterson! Tell me;
are those the footsteps of Dr Jekyll?'c
The sound was light and strange, and not at all like the heavy walk of Dr Jekyll.c
'And this is all you hear?' Mr Utterson said.c
'Once I heard him crying,' Poole said.c
'Crying?' Mr Utterson said.c
'Crying like a lost child,' Poole said.

'We have come too late,' he said. 'Hyde has killed himself. And now we have to find Dr Jekyll's
body.'c
 But although they searched the whole building, Henry Jekyll was nowhere to be found. Dead or
alive.c
'Perhaps he has escaped,' Mr Utterson said.c
They went to check the door into the street. It was locked, and the broken key was lying near it
on the ground.c
'I don't understand this, Poole,' Mr Utterson said. 'Let us go back to the room upstairs.'c
Once again, they examined the room where the dead body lay. On one table there were small
piles of white powder on glass plates.c
'Some kind of experiment?' Mr Utterson wondered.c
'This is the powder that he was always sending me out for,' Poole said.c
The tea things stood ready beside the chair next to the fire and a book lay open beside them. And
there was a mirror.c
'This mirror has seen some strange things, Sir,' Poole said softly.c
'But what did Jekyll want it for?' Mr Utterson asked.c
Next they turned to the desk. Among the papers was a large envelope. It was addressed to Mr
Utterson in Dr Jekyll's handwriting. Mr Utterson opened it and several things fell to the floor. The
first was a new will. This, too, mentioned the possible disappearance of Dr Jekyll But instead of
the name of Edward Hyde, there was Mr Utterson's name on the new will! All Dr Jekyll's money
was to go to Mr Utterson and not to Hyde!c
Mr Utterson was very surprised. He looked at Poole,c
it was time.c
Poole put his candle on a table.c
ǮǮJekyll,' Mr Utterson cried with a loud voice. 'I demand to see you!'c
There was no reply.c
'I warn you,' Mr Utterson shouted. 'We are very suspicious. I must and I shall see you. Let us in or
we will break down the door!'c
'Utterson,' said the voice inside the room. 'In God's name¡'c
'That's not Jekyll's voice - it's Hyde's!' Mr Utterson cried. 'Break down the door, Poole!'c
Poole lifted the axe and hit the red door with a loud crash. A terrible scream came from inside, like
that of a wild animal in sudden pain. Up went the axe again - four times it crashed against the
door. Then at last the lock broke and the door fell into the room.c
Shocked by their own violence, Poole and Mr Utterson stood back a little and looked into the
room. In the quiet lamplight, they saw a good fire burning in the fireplace, a drawer open at the
desk and some papers lying on the top. Nearer the fire, things were laid ready for tea.c
The body of a man lay in the middle of the room. Poole and Mr Utterson moved across to it. Poole
turned the body over and they saw the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes that were
much too big for him. Clothes that would have fitted Dr Jekyll. The body still twitched*, but life
had gone.c
Mr Utterson saw a bottle in the dead man's hand, and noticed the strong smell that came from it.
 Then back at the will and then at the dead man on the carpet.c
'This is really impossible to understand!' he said. 'Hyde had possession of this will all these last
days and he had no cause to like me. And he must have been very angry when he saw my name in
it instead of his. But he has not destroyed the will. It is very strange.'c
He examined another piece of paper from the envelope. It was a short note in Dr Jekyll's
handwriting, with the date at the top.c
'Poole!' Mr Utterson cried. 'Look at the date! Dr Jekyll was alive and here today! A murderer could
not hide a body so quickly. He must have escaped! But where has he gone?'c
'Why don't you read the note, Sir?' Poole said.c
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save his reputation. It is now ten o'clock. I must go home and read these papers quietly.
But I shall come back before midnight, and then we will send for the police.' c
They went out, locking the door of the laboratory behind them. Utterson left the
servants all together around the fire in the hall. Then he walked back to his office to read
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what he asked. I went straight to Dr Jekyll's house where Poole was waiting for me. The
locksmith was' with him, and we went up to the room above the laboratory. The red door
was very strong, but after two hours' work, it was open.c
I quickly found the drawer mentioned in the note, took it out and returned with it to
my house in Cavendish Square. c
Here I began to examine the things that it contained. It soon became clear that Dr Jekyll,
and not a chemist, had prepared the chemicals. I found some packets of white powder
and a bottle half full of blood-red liquid.c
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The liquid had a very strong and unpleasant smell.c

The notebook contained a list of dates. These covered a period of many years, but stopped suddenly
a year ago. Here and there a word or two was written next to a date. 'Double' appeared about six
times and once, very early in the list, the word 'Failed!!!!'c
I could only guess what it all meant. A list of useless experiments? How could these things affect the
reputation or the life of my friend, Dr Jekyll? And what about the man who was coming to collect
them? Why must his visit be a secret? The more I thought about this, the more certain I became
that poor Jekyll was mad.c
1 sent my servants to their beds and then took a gun from my desk.c
At twelve o'clock there was a knock at the door. I answered it myself and found a small man in the
doorway.c
'Have you come from Dr Jekyll?' I asked.c
'Yes,' came the reply He seemed nervous, looking over his shoulder into the dark square behind him
as he spoke. There was a policeman not far away. When my visitor saw him, he hurried into the
house.c
I watched this suspicious behaviour and kept my hand on my gun as I followed him inside. We
went into the bright light of my room, where I could see him clearly. He was a stranger to me. And
his face with its evil expression frightened me.c
His clothes were expensive and of good quality. But they were much too big for him! The legs of his
trousers were turned up to stop him falling over them. His coat was too long. But this strange
appearance did not make me laugh.c
My visitor was 011 fire with excitement.

'Have you got it?' he wanted to know. And he put a hand on my arm.c
I pushed him away. Something in his touch froze my blood. 'Wait, Sir,' I said. 'Sit down and tell me
your name.' I sat down myself and tried to look calm.c
'Excuse me, Dr Lanyon,' he replied politely. 'Your friend, Dr Henry Jekyll, sent me here on urgent
business. I understand-' He paused, and put a hand up to his face. I could see that he was fighting
against madness. 'I understand that a drawer-'c
I decided to help him. 'There it is, Sir,' I said, pointing at the drawer.c
He jumped towards it, and then stopped and put his hand on his heart. His face was so deathly
white that I was afraid for his life.c
'Calm yourself,' I said.c
He turned and smiled a terrible smile, then looked into the drawer. When he saw what it contained,
he looked pleased and relaxed a little.c
'Have you got a measuring glass?' he asked me.c
I went and got him one.c
He smiled and thanked me, then he measured out some of the blood-red liquid and emptied one of
the packets of powder into it. The liquid became brighter and began to smell strongly. Suddenly it
turned dark red, then green. My visitor watched it closely. Then he smiled again and put the glass
on the table.c
He looked at me carefully.c
'Now,' he said. 'Will you be sensible? Will you let me take this glass away without asking questions?
Or must you have answers? Think before you reply. I can leave you now. Or I can stay - and you can
watch something take place that would shock the devil*!
 'Sir,' I said, trying to be calm. 'I have done a lot for you. 1 want to see the end of this.'c
'Then look now!' my visitor cried.c
He put the glass to his lips and drank. He gave a cry and fell forward against the table. His eyes
opened wide and he began to breathe quickly.c
And as I watched, he began to change!c
He seemed to get bigger and to change shape. His face was suddenly black and his skin seemed to
be turning to liquid!c
I jumped back in terror, and lifted my arms to cover my eyes.c
'Oh God!' I screamed. 'Oh God! Oh God!'c
And there in front of me - white, half-fainting andc
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Looking like a man who had returned from the dead - stood Henry Jekyll!c
He told me things in the next hour that I cannot put on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I
heard. But now I ask myself if I believe it and I cannot answer, it has changed my life. I cannot
sleep. Terror sits with me at all hours of the clay and night. I know that I shall soon die.c
I cannot think of these things without terror. But I will say one thing, Utterson, if you can believe
it. The devil that came to my house that night was Hyde. Jekyll confessed this. Hyde - the
murderer of Sir Danvers Carew, and the man every policeman in the country is looking for.c
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I was born into a rich family. I learned to be a doctor and I liked my work. I soon enjoyed the
respect of other men. My future looked bright and good. My worst fault was that I enjoyed wild
night life too much. But I carefully hid this aspect of my character. I did not want to compromise
my serious public face. In this way, my life became a lie.c
The years passed. I grew to a more sensible age, but it was too late to change my double life, even
though I wanted to. And then my scientific studies of human behaviour led me to a discovery. It
was this: a man is not just one person, he is two. He has two sides - a good side and an evil side.c
Once I knew this, I began to wonder. Could I separate the two sides? Could I make two people -
one good, one evil - from a single person?c
I started to experiment. And I discovered that some chemicals have the power to change a person's
body. They have the power to change its size and shape*. And it was from these chemicals that I
developed a drug.c
It was a long time before I decided to try the drug myself. I was afraid that I would die. But my wish
to know gradually became stronger than my fears. Could I do it?c
Late one night, I measured the chemicals into a glass. I watched them change colour - and then I
drank the drug.c
The most terrible pains followed and a feeling of terror came over me. I was sure that I was going to
die.c
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Then, quite quickly, the pains went away. 1 began to feel younger, lighter and happier. 1 wanted to
run around like a man who has suddenly been freed from prison. I knew that I was more evil than
any man on earth! But it was a wonderful feeling! Like a taste of the very best wine!c
I looked down at my body and discovered that I was much smaller. There was no mirror in my
workroom then as there is now. It was several hours after midnight and the servants were asleep. I
crossed the courtyard, moved quickly and quietly through my house and went upstairs to my
bedroom. It was there, in my bedroom mirror, that I saw for the first time the man I was to call
Edward Hyde. I believe that the evil side of me was not yet fully grown and was not as strong as my
good side. That is why Hyde was much smaller and younger than Henry Jekyll.c
The face in the mirror was an evil face, that was certain. But when I looked at that ugly face, I did
not feel any terror. It was just me. It seemed natural and human and I was pleased to see myself.
The face looked more alive to. me than the face I usually called my own.c
I have noticed that when I became Edward Hyde, people could not come near me without
experiencing terror. All humans are made up of both good and evil; only Edward Hyde was pure
evil.c
It was time to return to my workroom. I had to change back to myself before daylight. I hurried out
of the house, through the courtyard to the laboratory and up to my workroom. Again I prepared
the drug and drank it. Again the pains came - but I was soon myself again, with the face and body
of Henry Jekyll.c
That night had changed my life for ever. From that time, I was two people. One was completely
evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll. But more and more I felt the need to escape into
the younger, more exciting body of Edward Hyde. And it was so easy! I only had to drink the drug!c

It all seemed such good fun at the time. I prepared carefully for my second life. I found a house in
Soho and employed a woman who would ask no questions to look after it. I also gave orders to my
servants.c
'Mr Hyde can come and go to and from my house whenever he wishes,' I told them.c
I made that will which you did not like, Utterson. If things went wrong, I wanted to be able to
change from Dr Jekyll into Mr Hyde without losing all my money.c
I will not tell you the details of all the things I did as Edward Hyde. But there was one accident
which I will mention. On one occasion, I knocked down and was cruel to a child and this made a
man who was passing by very angry. I recognized the man the other day. He is your cousin. The
child's family were angry, too, and there were moments when I was afraid for my life. Edward Hyde
calmed them by bringing them to the laboratory door and giving them a cheque in the name of
Henry Jekyll. It was a dangerous moment, but after that night I put money into another bank in
the name of Edward Hyde. I made Hyde's signature by holding the pen differently in my hand. I
thought I was safe.c
Two months before the murder of Sir Danvers Carew, I - Henry Jekyll - went out one evening and
returned late. When I awoke the next morning, I had a strange feeling. Suddenly, I thought that I
was not in my own comfortable bedroom in my house in the square. I thought I was in Edward
Hyde's little room in Soho! And the skin on the hand in front of me was darker and half-covered in
thick hair.c
It was the hand of Edward Hyde!c
I jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror - and my blood turned to ice. Yes, 1 had gone to bed as
Henry Jekyll, but I had woken up as Edward Hyde! I
 in Henry Jekyll's house in the square.c
I could not explain it.c
'What can I do?' I thought. 'The servants are in the house and all my drugs are in my workroom
above the laboratory. I could cover my face, but how can I cover my shape and size?' But then I
remembered that it was quite usual for Edward Hyde to be in the house. The servants would not be
surprised to see him.c
I dressed quickly (in Henry Jekyll's clothes, of course) and went downstairs and out into the
courtyard. Bradshaw, one of my footmen, saw me. Fie looked shocked to see Mr Hyde so early in
the day, wearing such strange clothes. But ten minutes later, Dr Jekyll returned and went to have
his breakfast.c
After this, I began to think more seriously about rny double life.c
'Will I lose the power to change from one to the other when I wish?' I wondered. 'Will the character
of Edward Hyde become mine permanently?' I knew that there was a real danger of this.
Sometimes I had to make the drug two or three times stronger than usual to be able to change back
from Hyde to Jekyll. I was afraid that I was slowly losing control of my good side.c
I now had to choose between the two - and I chose to stay as Dr Jekyll, with his respectable life and
all his friends. I said goodbye to the evil Mr Hyde and for two months led a quiet and serious life.c
But slowly I began to miss the freedom of being

Hyde. My wish to taste that freedom again grew stronger and stronger. And at last, in an hour of.
Weakness, I once again prepared the drug and drank it.c
I had not expected the violence that followed. Hyde had been a prisoner too long and he came out
like a wild animal. Only a mad person could murder a man like Sir Danvers Carew without reason.
Yes, the devil was in me! I enjoyed breaking the bones in that poor man's body and I only stopped
when I was too tired to continue.c
Then, suddenly, I realized chat my life was now in danger! I must save myself! I ran from that street
of death to the house in Soho, and there I destroyed all my papers. Then I hurried through the
lamp-lit streets to my workroom, feeling both excited and afraid.c
Hyde sang a song as he prepared the drug. And when he drank it, he thought of the dead man and
laughed.c
But as Henry jekyll returned to life, his heart was filled with terror and hopelessness.c
I went down on my knees.c
'God help me!' I cried. 'God save me!'c
I was finished with Hyde, I told myself. I locked the street door and broke the key.c
The next day, the newspapers had details of the murder and the murderer - Edward Hyde! If Hyde
appeared again, the world would be waiting to take his life.c
'I am finished with my evil ways,' I promised myself. 'From now on I will lead a good life and do all
that I can to help other people.'c
You know yourself how hard I tried to do this during the last months of last year. My days passed
quietly and I enjoyed some peace.c
 But my darker side was already crying out to be free.c
One fine, clear January day, I went to Regent's Park and sat on a seat in the sun. The birds were
singing and everything was good...c
... But the devil inside me began his work.c
'I am only like my neighbours,' I thought. 'We all contain both good and bad.'c
And then I smiled as I compared myself with other men. I thought of all my good work and of
their laziness and selfishness*.c
And at that moment, a horrible feeling came over me. I was quickly conscious of a change
happening. Suddenly, I had no sense of danger. I did not care about anything. I looked down at
myself. My clothes were too big for me and the hand that rested on my knee was covered in thick
hair.c
I was Edward Hyde again.c
Good sense did not fail me completelyc
'How can I get to my drugs?' was my first thought. The street door to the laboratory was locked. If
I tried to enter the house from the square, my servants would see Mr Hyde and immediately call
the police. I needed help and i thought of Lanyon.c
'How can I get to him?' I wondered. 'And how can Hyde, a stranger, persuade Lanyon to break
into Dr Jekyll's workroom?'c
Then I remembered that I could still write a letter in my own handwriting.c
Hyde took a cab to a hotel in Portland Street, and asked for a private room. There he wrote two
important letters - one to Lanyon and one to Poole - and gave them to a servant to deliver.c
All day he waited by the fire in the private room,c
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biting his fingers and sitting alone with his fears. When it was dark, he walked quickly through the
darker, emptier streets of the city until midnight.c
I changed back to myself at Lanyon's house. Perhaps the terror on my old friend's face affected me,
I do not know. But I was no longer afraid of the law. I was afraid of being Hyde. I heard Lanyon's
angry words, but I seemed to be in a dream. I came home and went to bed.c
The next morning, as I was crossing the courtyard after breakfast, I began to feel myself changing
back to Hyde again. I ran to my workroom and 'cook the drug, but six hours later I had to take it
again!c
From that day, it was only the drug which kept Hyde away. At any hour of the day or night I was in
danger. If I slept, I always awoke as Hyde. I became weak in body and in mind, and the powers of
Hyde seemed to grow stronger.c
A new disaster has brought my suffering to an end. I sent out for more powders when my others
were nearly finished. But the new powders were not strong enough. I sent out for more. Poole will
tell you how he searched London for them. But I now believe that my first powders were not pure.
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There was something else in them - and whatever that was gave the drug its pow er.c
A week has passed, and I am using the last of the old powders to help me write this to you. This is
the last time that Henry Jekyll will think his own thoughts or see his own face in the mirror. And I
must finish my writing quickly before Hyde returns and destroys it. Half an hour from now, I shall
be that hated man again.c
This is the hour of my death.c
Now, as I put down my pen, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

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