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(2019-03-05 17:14:11)



1  The mysterious door

Mr Utterson the lawyer was a quiet serious man Hewas shy with strangers and afraid of showing his feelings Among friends however his eyes shone with kindnessand goodnessAnd although this goodness never found itsway into his conversation it showed itself in his way of lifeHe did not allow himself many enjoyable things in life He ateand drank simply and although he enjoyed the theatrehehad not been to a play for twenty years However he wasgentler towards other men s weaknessesand was alwaysready to help rather than blame them As a lawyer he was often the last good person that evil-doers met on their way toprisonor worse These people often carried with them memories of his politeness and fairness 

Mr Utterson's best friend was a distant cousin calledRichard Enfieldwho was well known as a fun-loving manabout town’.Nobody could understand why they werefriends as they were different from each other in every wayThey often took long walks togetherhowever marchingthrough the streets of London in companionable silence

One of these walks used to take them down a narrow sidestreet in a busy part of London It was a clean busy friendlystreet with bright little shops and shiny doorknockers Nearthe end of this street however stood a dark mysteriouswindowless buildingThe door had neither bell nor knockerand looked dusty and uncared for Dirty children played fearlessly on the doorstep and nobody ever opened the door todrive them away

One dayas Mr Enfield and his friend passed the buildingMr Enfield pointed to it 

Have you ever noticed that place?’he asked.‘It remindsme of a very strange story.’

Really?’said Mr Utterson.‘Tell me.’ 

Well,’began Enfield,‘I was coming home about threeoclock on a black winter morningwhen suddenly I saw twopeopleThe first was a short man who was walking along thestreetand the second was a little girl who was running as fastas she could Wellthe two bumped into each other and thechild fell downThen a terrible thing happenedThe mancalmly walked all over the child's body with his heavy bootsand left her screaming on the groundIt was an inhuman thingto doI ran after the man caught him and fetched him backThere was already a small crowd around the screaming childThe man was perfectly cool but he gave me a very evil lookwhich made me feel sick in my stomachThe child's familythen arrived and also a doctor The child had been sent tofetch the doctor for a sick neighbourand was on her wayhome again 

‘“The child is more frightened than hurt,”said thedoctorand that you would think was the end of the storyBut you seeI had taken a violent dislike to the short manSo had the child's familythat was only naturalBut the doctor who seemed a quiet kindly man was also looking at ourprisoner with murder in his eyes 

The doctor and I understood each other perfectlyTogether we shouted at the man and told him we would tell this story all over London so that his name would be hated 

He looked back at us with a proudblach look.“Nameyour price,”he said 

We made him agree to a hundred pounds for the child sfamily With another black look the man led us to that doorover thereHe took out a key and let himself into thebuildingPresently he came out and handed us ten pounds ingold and a cheque for ninety pounds from Coutts's Bank Thename on the cheque was a well-known one

‘“See here,”said the doctor doubtfully,“it isn't usual for aman to walk into an empty house at four in the morning andcome out with another man's cheque for nearly a hundredpounds.”

‘“Don't worry,”said the man with an ugly look,“I'll staywith you until the banks openand 

change the chequemyself.” 

So we all went off the doctor and the prisoner and myselfand spent the rest of the night at my houseIn the morningwe went together to the bank Sure enough the cheque wasgood and the money was passed to the child's family.’ 

Wellwell,’said Mr Utterson 

Yes,’said Enfield,‘it's a strange storyMy prisoner wasclearly a hard cruel man But the man whose name was onthe cheque was well known all over London for his kind andgenerous actsWhy would a man like that give his cheque to acriminal?’

And you don't know if the writer of the cheque lives inthat building?’asked Mr Utterson 

I don't like to ask,’said his friend.‘In my experienceit's not a good idea to ask too many questionsin case the answers are uglyviolent onesBut I've studied the place alittleIt doesn't seem like a house There's no other doorand the only person who uses that door is the man I've just described to youThere are three windows on the side of thehousewhich look down onto a small courtyardThe windowsare shutbut they're always cleanThere's a chimney toowhich is usually smokingSo somebody must live there.’ 

The two men continued on their walk Then Utterson brokethe silence 

Enfield,’he said,‘you're right about not asking toomany questionsHoweverI want to ask the name of the manwho walked over the child.’ 

Very well,’ said Enfield.‘He told us his name wasHyde.’ 

What does he look like?’ 

He's not easy to describe although I remember him perfectlyHe's a strange-looking manHe's shortbut has astrong heavy bodyThere's something wrong with his appearancesomething ugly and unpleasingnosomethinghatefulI disliked him at once.’ 

Mr Utterson thought deeply.‘Are you sure he used a key?’he asked 

What do you mean?’asked Enfield in surprise 

I know it must seem strange,’said his friend.‘But yousee if I don't ask you the name on the cheque it's because Iknow it already…’ 

Well why didn't you tell me?’said his friend rathercrossly.‘Anyway he did have a key and he still has it Isaw him use it only a week ago.’ 

Mr Utterson looked at him thoughtfullybut said nothingmore 


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2  In search of Mr Hyde




After dinner that evening Mr Utterson went into his office and unlocked a cupboard He took out an envelopeIt contained the will of Doctor Henry Jekylland was writtenin the doctor's own handwriting


If I dieor if I disappear for more than three months,’thewill began,‘I wish to leave everything I own to my dearfriend Edward Hyde.’


This will had both worried and annoyed Mr Utterson To alawyer it was an unusual and dangerous kind of will It wasbad enough when Edward Hyde was only an unknown namebut now that the lawyer knew something about Hyde the willworried him more than ever It had seemed like madness beforenow it began to seem shameful With a heavy heart MrUtterson replaced the envelope in the cupboardput on hiscoat and went to see his old friend Doctor Lanyon


Doctor Lanyon was enjoying his after-dinner coffee.‘Comeinold friend!’ he cried The two men had known each othersince their school daysThey sat for several minutesdrinkingcoffee and talking companionably of this and that At last MrUtterson mentioned the thoughts that were worrying him


I supposeLanyon,’he said,‘that you and I are HenryJekyll's oldest friends?’


I suppose so,’said Doctor Lanyon,‘but I don't often seehim now.’


Really?’ said Mr Utterson in surprise.‘I thought you andhe were interested in the same things.’


We were at one time,’said Doctor Lanyon.‘But morethan ten years ago Henry Jekyll became toowellimaginativefor me He developed some strangewild unscientific ideas Itold him soand I've seen very little of him since then.’


Mr Utterson looked at his friend's red angry face.‘Only adisagreement about some scientific question,’he thought.‘It's nothing worse than that.’ Calmly he continued,‘Didyou ever meet a friend of Jekyll's a man called Hyde?’


Hyde?’repeated Lanyon.‘No never.’


Soon the lawyer said goodnight and went home to bedwhere he lay awake for a long time thinking about Enfield's description of Hydeand Doctor Jekyll's willWhen at last hefell asleephe was troubled by dreams In his mind's eye hesaw a faceless man marching over the child's bodyThen hesaw his old friend Jekyll in bedwhile the same faceless figurestood over himThe facelessness of that figure worried himdeeply


Very wellMr Hyde,’said the lawyer to himself,‘I willfind youand I will see your face for myself.’


During the next few weeks Mr Utterson spent many hoursin the narrow street where Enfield had seen HydeHe waitedpatiently near the mysterious door hoping for a sight of MrHydeand one dry clear winter night he was successfulThe street was empty and silent and small sounds carried along wayThe lawyer heard footsteps He stepped back intothe shadows and waitedA short figure turned the corner andwalked towards the mysterious door Although Mr Uttersoncould not see his face he felt a strong almost violent dislikefor the stranger


Mr Utterson stepped forward and touched him on the shoulder.‘Mr Hyde?’


Yesthat's my name,’said the stranger coolly.‘ What doyou want?’


I see that you're going inI'm an old friend of DoctorJekyll'sMy name is UttersonYou must have heard mynamemay I come in with you?’


Doctor Jekyll is not at home,’replied Mr Hyde.‘How didyou know me?’he added sharply


First let me see your face,’replied the lawyer


Mr Hyde hesitated for a moment then he stood under thestreet light and the lawyer saw his face.‘Thank you,’ saidMr Utterson.‘Now I shall know you again It may beuseful.’


Yes,’said Mr Hyde,‘it may indeed be usefulHeretoois my addressYou may need it one day.’He gave the lawyerhis addresswhich was in a poor part of London


Good God!’thought the lawyer,‘does Hyde know aboutJekyll's willIs that what he's thinking of?’But he saidnothing


And now,’said Mr Hyde,‘How did you know me?’


You were described to me.’


Who did that?’


I know people who know you.’


Who?’ asked Mr Hyde sharply


Doctor Jekyllfor example,’said the lawyer


He never told you!’cried Mr Hyde in sudden anger.‘Don't lie to me!’And before the lawyer could answer heturned the key in the lock and disappeared into the house


Mr Utterson stared at the closed door.‘Why do I dislikehim so much?’he said to himself.‘Enfield was rightthereis something evil about the manPoor Henry JekyllI'm worried about you Your new friend will mean trouble for you.’


Round the corner from the narrow street there was a squareof handsome old housesOne of these was DoctorJekyll's houseand Mr Utterson knocked at the front door The servant answered and told him that Doctor Jekyll was not athome


I saw Mr Hyde go in by the laboratory door in the street atthe back of the house said the lawyer


That's rightMr Utterson,’replied the servant. ‘MrHyde has his own key and comes and goes when he likes Wehave orders from Doctor Jekyll to obey him.’


Mr Utterson walked home more worried than ever


A fortnight later Doctor Jekyll gave a dinner party for a fewold friendsMr Utterson was among them and he remained after the others had left


I've been wanting to speak to you for some timeJekyll,’said the lawyer,‘about your will.’


Doctor Jekyll was a tall wellmade man of fifty with asmooth kindly face.‘My poor friend,’he said,‘you doworry unnecessarily you know Like poor Lanyon when Itold him about my new ideas.“Imaginative rubbishhe calledthem I'm very disappointed in Lanyon.’


But the lawyer did not want to talk about Doctor Lanyon.‘You know I've never agreed with your will,’he continued.‘You've told me often enough,’said his friend sharply


WellI've learnt something about your friend Hyde,’continued the lawyer


The colour of the doctor's handsome face changed from pinkto greyish-white.‘I don't want to hear any more,’he said.‘You don't understand I'm in a very difficultpainful situation


Tell me everything,’said Mr Utterson,‘and I'll do mybest to help you.’


You're very kindbut this is a private matterI'll tell youone thingI can get rid of Mr Hyde any time I want Youmust understandhowever that I take a great interest in poorHydeI know you've seen himhe told me and I'm afraidhe wasn't very polite to you But I really do care about himAnd if anything happens to meI want you to promise tomake sure that he inherits my money.’


I cannot pretend that I shall ever like him,’ said thelawyer


I'm not asking you to like him,’said his friend.‘I onlyask you to help himwhen I'm gone.’


I promise,’said Mr Utterson sadly



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