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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. 4 undemonstrative at the best, and even his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good-nature. a preoccupation with pre-destination and a fascination with the pres- ence of evil. In Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde he explores the darker side of the. THE STRANGE CASE OF Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Robert Louis Stevenson Illustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley. First published in This web edition.

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PDF version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. The original pronunciation of Jekyll was "Jeekul" which was the pronunciation used in . JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE. Robert Louis Stevenson. Rapid Reader for Class IX. English (First Language). The Government of West Bengal has borne the cost of . The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no.

The murderer had disappeared long ago. But the victim? He lay in the middle of the street. His body was mangled. The stick with which the 34 deed had been done had broken. How could it not under the constant poundings? Half of it rolled into the gutter. The other half, no doubt, had been carried away by the murderer. A purse and a gold watch were found on the victim. However, there was nothing to identify him.

There were no cards or papers except for a sealed envelope. It was addressed to Mr. An inspector from Scotland Yard brought the letter to the lawyer the next morning.

But we do know that he had this letter addressed to you in his pocket. Utterson flinched at the name of this monster. His face grew pale. His mind wandered to his good friend Dr.

After a minute, he was finally able to speak. He took a hansom cab through the streets and arrived at the police station. Inspector Newcomen led him into a back room, where a body lay covered with a white sheet. When Newcomen pulled back the sheet, Utterson gasped. I am sorry to say that this is Sir Danvers Carew. He is a member of Parliament! He showed Utterson the broken stick. As broken and battered as it was, he recognized it at once. He himself had given it to Dr.

Jekyll many years before. And now it was used to murder Danvers! Now, we must find him. Then he raised his head. Utterson and Inspector Newcomen drove to Soho. As the cab approached the street address, the fog lifted and revealed a dingy street. Ragged children huddled in doorways. Women wandered about looking tired and dirty. Utterson found it hard to believe that this was the home of Dr.

Jekyll had always surrounded himself with fancy things. Soho, and the people in it, were anything but. An old, silver-haired woman answered the door. She had an odd, evil-looking face. However, her manners were perfect. After he returned, he quickly left again within the hour. Utterson stopped her protests. This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard. What has he done?

Utterson and the inspector exchanged glances. Most rooms were empty. But a few were decorated with the finest luxury and good taste. A closet was filled with fine 39 wine. Plates of silver were in the cupboards. The linens were the finest available. An expensive picture hung upon the wall. Utterson figured it must have been a gift from Jekyll. Hyde would know nothing of art nor have the means to buy it. It was obvious that the rooms had been ransacked.

Clothes lay upon the floor with the pockets turned out. Drawers stood open. In the hearth, a pile of ashes still glowed. From these embers, the inspector plucked out a halfburned green checkbook and examined it. Behind the door, the other half of the stick was found. The inspector and Utterson rushed to the bank. They discovered that Hyde had several thousand pounds in his account. He must have lost his head. Why else would he leave the stick behind or burn the checkbook? Why, money is life to 40 a man.

If we wait here, he will surely show up to claim it. Not many people knew what Hyde looked like. Those who saw him described him in their own way. The only common description used was: a wicked, evil man with some type of deformity.

He was anxious to go about his business. He found his way to Dr. Poole led him into the kitchen. From there, they went out into the courtyard. This yard had once been a beautiful garden.

Looking around it now, Utterson saw nothing but gloom and darkness. Beyond the yard sat a building that was known as the laboratory. The men walked toward it. As Utterson entered, he felt an eerie silence. Once this place had been crowded with eager students. Now it lay silent. The floor was covered with crates and littered with packing 42 straw. At the end of the room, a flight of stairs led to a red door.

At first glance, Utterson saw a full-length mirror and a large desk. There were three windows covered with iron bars that looked out upon the courtyard. A fire burned in the fireplace. Gathered around the fire as if trying to get warm sat Jekyll. He looked deathly ill. He did not rise to meet his visitor. Instead, he held out a cold hand and welcomed him with a strained voice.

The doctor shuddered. I could hear them from my dining room. Please tell me that you are not crazy enough to hide this murderer. I am done with him in this world. Indeed, he does not want my help. You do not know him as I do. He is safe. Yes, he is quite safe, mark my words. But he will never be heard from again. If this goes to trial, your name might come up.

Your reputation will be ruined. There is one thing that you can help me with. I have received a letter. I am not sure if I should show it to Scotland Yard. I should like to leave it to you to decide. You are a wise judge and I have great trust in you.

I am quite done with him. I was only thinking of my own character, which this whole incident has exposed. It said that Dr. Utterson actually felt better after seeing this letter and felt guilty for suspecting anything more to the pairing of the two.

It was hand delivered. Jekyll nodded. You must decide for me what I should do with the letter. Was it Hyde who dictated the terms in your will about the disappearance?

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He shut his mouth and nodded. By God, I have learned my lesson. The only mail received today came by post. If Poole knew nothing of the letter, then it had to come in by the laboratory door. Perhaps it was even written in the office since Hyde had a key. When he arrived home, Mr.

Guest, his clerk, sat down by the fire with him. The two were close. This is, of course, just between us. He studied it at once with a passion.

But it is an odd sort of handwriting. A small envelope was on top of the pile. Is it private? If not, may I see it? Why do you want to see it? He compared them. The two hands are in many ways identical. Except for the slope, of course. As soon as Utterson was alone that night, he locked the note in his safe where it stayed.

As he did so, his heart sank. I cannot believe that my good friend, the honorable Dr.

Jekyll, would forge his name for a murderer! Much of his life was uncovered and the stories swirled for a bit. Thousands of pounds were offered as a reward for his capture. But it was as if he never existed. Life in London returned to normal. Even Utterson carried on after a while. The death of Sir Danvers, to his way of thinking, was more than paid for by the disappearance of Hyde.

A fair exchange of sorts. Now that the evil man was gone, a new life began for Jekyll as well. He came out of his seclusion. He visited friends and relatives and planned his dinner parties once more. His charity work picked up. His face seemed to brighten. For two months after the disappearance of Hyde, Jekyll was at peace. On January 8, Jekyll had invited over some of his friends for a dinner party. Lanyon had been there.

To all who attended, it looked as if Lanyon and Jekyll had repaired their friendship. But on the twelfth and the fourteenth, things changed. Jekyll took to his office once again. He refused to see Utterson. Utterson was now used to visiting his friend daily. To be shut out so suddenly worried him. After a few days of being turned away, Utterson went to see Lanyon.

Utterson was, of course, admitted at once to see his good friend. But when Utterson saw Lanyon, he barely recognized him. He was shocked by the appearance of the man he had dined with just days before. His flesh had aged so much that death looked 51 certain. His hair was gone. It is only a question of weeks now. I have had a pleasant life, but my days grow dim. He held up a trembling hand. I am quite done with that man. I beg you to never speak of him again. He is already dead to me.

These two men enjoyed dinner and laughter together just days ago! What could have happened? We are three very old friends. I cannot tell you. Although he spoke about other things, his mind was never far from Jekyll. When he got home that evening, he wrote a letter to Jekyll. He also demanded to know the cause of his unhappy break with Lanyon. The next day, Utterson received a letter in return. From this moment on, I will lead a life of seclusion. Please 53 do not doubt our friendship.

You must allow me to suffer in my own dark way. I am a sinner and I must suffer for my sins. Just a week ago, Jekyll was happy and had peace of mind. How could he change so quickly? He decided there must be more that Jekyll was hiding from him. A week later, Lanyon took to his bed. Within two weeks, he was dead. After the funeral, Utterson went to his office. He took out an envelope he was given as he left the service.

Utterson shuddered when he looked at the envelope. What if this letter costs me another? Within the envelope was another envelope. It was marked Not to be opened until the death or disappearance of Dr.

Henry Jekyll.

In the will, he was sure Hyde was the cause of the word disappearance. What could it mean? Utterson wanted to rip the letter open to end the mystery. His honor and faith to his old friend stopped him. He shoved the letter into his safe where it remained. From that day forward, Utterson felt differently toward Jekyll. He thought kindly of him but was relieved when he was denied admittance to see him.

He preferred to talk to Poole instead of seeing Jekyll. Poole never had anything new to report. It was always the same: Jekyll wished to be left alone. He was low in spirit and sat in his office all day long. Utterson became so used to the same news day after day that in time his visits became less frequent.

They stood in front of the red door and stared at it. We shall never see any more of Mr. I shared in your feeling of repulsion. To tell you the truth, I am uneasy about Dr. Standing here now, I feel that seeing a friend might do him good.

The middle one of three windows was half open. Sitting in the window looking sad and like a prisoner was Jekyll. It will not last long. Come now! Get your hat and come take a stroll with us. It is quite impossible.

I dare not. But indeed, Utterson, I am very glad to see you. This has brought me great pleasure. I would ask you and Mr. Enfield up but my place is not fit for you to see. In its place came a look of terror and despair. It was such a horrid look, that it froze the blood of the two men in the courtyard.

They saw the look only for an instant because, suddenly, the window slammed shut. The two men hurried from the courtyard without saying a word. They traveled in silence throughout the streets. He looked at Enfield. They were both pale and had a terrified look in their eyes. Enfield only nodded his head and walked on once more in silence. The incident was never far from their thoughts. What brings you here? Is the doctor ill? Something terribly wrong. I am very afraid this time.

What exactly does that mean? He noticed that the butler looked relieved to see that he was coming along. The men rushed through the London streets. When they arrived at the courtyard, Poole pulled off his hat and mopped his brow with a red handkerchief. Rather, he was trying to wipe away his fear and anguish. I want you to hear but not be heard. If by chance he asks you to enter his office, you must refuse. But he managed to follow Poole through the classroom with its crates and bottles to the foot of the stairs.

Poole set the candle down and walked up the stairs. He paused before knocking lightly on the door. Utterson is asking to see you. He walked down the stairs, lifted his candle, and led Utterson back across the yard and into the kitchen. Well, yes. It has changed. I have been in this house for twenty years. Then, his voice has not been heard from since. He is gone. Who is in there and why, I do not know.

But Henry Jekyll? He is gone for good. Jekyll was murdered. Why would the murderer stay? What purpose would that serve? All this last week, whatever has been living inside that office has been crying.

The crying continues both night and day for some sort of medicine. He writes his order on a sheet of paper and throws it on the stairs. There have been dozens of these papers thrown at us. We are sent about town to different chemists to get this medicine. He has me return it. He feels he needs this drug, yet he refuses to accept what is given to him.

If he knew his servants were opening his letters, he would fly into a rage. After crumpling it, he threw it back at me. Do you know for sure beyond any doubt? I came suddenly into the classroom from the garden.

It seems he had slipped out to look for this drug or whatever it is. The office door was left open. And there he was at the far end of the room digging through crates.

Then he gave a kind of cry that I had never heard before. While he cried out, he ran upstairs into his office. I only saw him for a minute. But when I did, the hairs on my head stood up like quills. If my master, why 66 did he cry out like a rat and run from me? I have served him long enough to know him.

Twenty years I remind you! Now this? Your master, Poole, has come down with an illness. The good doctor has hope of recovery.

That must be it, Poole. I think we should quiet our alarms. That is the truth. My master.

This thing was a dwarf. I have seen him in his office every day for the past two decades. I know for sure that the man in that mask was not Dr. I believe with all my heart that a murder was committed. His knees were weak and he felt faint. We will get to the bottom of this. I promise you. We should take the poker from the fire as well. He had a feeling he may have to use it. We need to be honest with each other. That masked figure that you saw?

Did you recognize him?

Der seltsame Fall des Dr. Jekyll und Mr. Hyde

But if you are asking if it was Mr. Hyde, then the answer is yes. It was! Who else could have come in the laboratory door? At the time of the murder, he 70 still had the key with him. Have you ever met Mr. Something about him makes your blood run cold. It was as cold as ice. I truly do. But a man has his feelings and I give you my word that it was Mr. Truly, I believe you and I believe that poor Jekyll is gone.

His murderer is still lurking in his office. When we call Scotland Yard, we will get our revenge. His face was 71 pale and his lips quivered. Poole and I will force our way into the office. If all is well inside, then I take the blame. Go around back with sticks. Be ready to stop anyone who tries to go through that door. Once the ten minutes pass, we shall do our part. It was now quite dark outside. When they got to the classroom, they sat in silence and waited.

The only sound heard was pacing inside the office. Only when a new sample comes from the chemist does the walking stop. Blood, I say. Listen closely, Mr. The steps fell lightly and oddly. They were slow steps. Very different indeed from the heavy, creaking steps of Henry Jekyll.

How is that? So sad that my own heart became heavy as well. The candle was placed on the table allowing them to see what they were about to do. Poole got the ax 73 from under a stack of packing straw. The men inched forward. I must and shall see you right now. Do you understand what I am saying? Have mercy on me now. Down with the door, Poole! The blow shook the building and the door rattled. You see, it was much of the same bigness; and it had the same quick, light way with it; and then who else could have got in by the laboratory door?

You have not forgot, sir, that at the time of the murder he had still the key with him? But that's not all. I don't know, Mr. Utterson, if you ever met this Mr. O, I know it's not evidence, Mr. Utterson; I'm book-learned enough for that; but a man has his feelings, and I give you my bible-word it was Mr. Evil, I fear, founded--evil was sure to come--of that connection.

Ay truly, I believe you; I believe poor Harry is killed; and I believe his murderer for what purpose, God alone can tell is still lurking in his victim's room. Well, let our name be vengeance. Call Bradshaw. 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. The scud had banked over the moon, and it was now quite dark. The wind, which only broke in puffs and draughts into that deep well of building, tossed the light of the candle to and fro about their steps, until they came into the shelter of the theatre, where they sat down silently to wait. London hummed solemnly all around; but nearer at hand, the stillness was only broken by the sounds of a footfall moving to and fro along the cabinet floor.

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? Utterson sighed. Poole nodded. 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.

A dismal screech, as of mere animal terror, rang from the cabinet. Up went the axe again, and again the panels crashed and the frame bounded; four times the blow fell; but the wood was tough and the fittings were of excellent workmanship; and it was not until the fifth, that the lock burst and the wreck of the door fell inwards on the carpet.

The besiegers, appalled by their own riot and the stillness that had succeeded, stood back a little and peered in. There lay the cabinet before their eyes in the quiet lamplight, a good fire glowing and chattering on the hearth, the kettle singing its thin strain, a drawer or two open, papers neatly set forth on the business table, and nearer the fire, the things laid out for tea; the quietest room, you would have said, and, but for the glazed presses full of chemicals, the most commonplace that night in London.

Right in the middle there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching. They drew near on tiptoe, turned it on its back and beheld the face of Edward Hyde. He was dressed in clothes far too large for him, clothes of the doctor's bigness; the cords of his face still moved with a semblance of life, but life was quite gone: Hyde is gone to his account; and it only remains for us to find the body of your master. A corridor joined the theatre to the door on the by-street; and with this the cabinet communicated separately by a second flight of stairs.

There were besides a few dark closets and a spacious cellar. All these they now thoroughly examined. Each closet needed but a glance, for all were empty, and all, by the dust that fell from their doors, had stood long unopened.

The cellar, indeed, was filled with crazy lumber, mostly dating from the times of the surgeon who was Jekyll's predecessor; but even as they opened the door they were advertised of the uselessness of further search, by the fall of a perfect mat of cobweb which had for years sealed up the entrance.

No where was there any trace of Henry Jekyll dead or alive. Poole stamped on the flags of the corridor. It was locked; and lying near by on the flags, they found the key, already stained with rust. 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. This brought them to the fireside, where the easy-chair was drawn cosily up, and the 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 blasphemies. Next, in the course of their review of the chamber, the searchers came to the cheval-glass, into whose depths they looked with an involuntary horror. But it was so turned as to show them nothing but the rosy glow playing on the roof, the fire sparkling in a hundred repetitions along the glazed front of the presses, and their own pale and fearful countenances stooping to look in.

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. 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. He cannot have been disposed of in so short a space; he must be still alive, he must have fled! And then, why fled? O, we must be careful. I foresee that we may yet involve your master in some dire catastrophe. The lawyer put it in his pocket. 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.

I was a good deal surprised by this; for we were by no means in the habit of correspondence; I had seen the man, dined with him, indeed, the night before; and I could imagine nothing in our intercourse that should justify formality of registration. The contents increased my wonder; for this is how the letter ran: Lanyon my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me to-night, I am lost.

You might suppose, after this preface, that I am going to ask you for something dishonourable to grant. Judge for yourself. 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: In my extreme distress of mind, I have a morbid fear of misdirecting you; but even if I am in error, you may know the right drawer by its contents: This drawer I beg of you to carry back with you to Cavendish Square exactly as it stands.


You should be back, if you set out at once on the receipt of this, long before midnight; but I will leave you that amount of margin, not only in the fear of one of those obstacles that can neither be prevented nor foreseen, but because an hour when your servants are in bed is to be preferred for what will then remain to do. At midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone in your consulting room, to admit with your own hand into the house a man who will present himself in my name, and to place in his hands the drawer that you will have brought with you from my cabinet.

Then you will have played your part and earned my gratitude completely. Five minutes afterwards, if you insist upon an explanation, you will have understood that these arrangements are of capital importance; and that by the neglect of one of them, fantastic as they must appear, you might have charged your conscience with my death or the shipwreck of my reason.

Think of me at this hour, in a strange place, labouring under a blackness of distress that no fancy can exaggerate, and yet well aware that, if you will but punctually serve me, my troubles will roll away like a story that is told.

Serve me, my dear Lanyon and save "Your friend, "H. It is possible that the post-office may fail me, and this letter not come into your hands until to-morrow morning. In that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more expect my messenger at midnight. It may then already be too late; and if that night passes without event, you will know that you have seen the last of Henry Jekyll.

The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance; and an appeal so worded could not be set aside without a grave responsibility. I rose accordingly from table, got into a hansom, and drove straight to Jekyll's house. The butler was awaiting my arrival; he had received by the same post as mine a registered letter of instruction, and had sent at once for a locksmith and a carpenter.

The tradesmen came while we were yet speaking; and we moved in a body to old Dr. Denman's surgical theatre, from which as you are doubtless aware Jekyll's private cabinet is most conveniently entered. The door was very strong, the lock excellent; the carpenter avowed he would have great trouble and have to do much damage, if force were to be used; and the locksmith was near despair.

But this last was a handy fellow, and after two hour's 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: The phial, to which I next turned my attention, might have been about half full of a blood-red liquor, which was highly pungent to the sense of smell and seemed to me to contain phosphorus and some volatile ether.

At the other ingredients I could make no guess. The book was an ordinary version book and contained little but a series of dates. These covered a period of many years, but I observed that the entries ceased nearly a year ago and quite abruptly. Here and there a brief remark was appended to a date, usually no more than a single word: Here were a phial of some salt, and the record of a series of experiments that had led like too many of Jekyll's investigations to no end of practical usefulness.

How could the presence of these articles in my house affect either the honour, the sanity, or the life of my flighty colleague? If his messenger could go to one place, why could he not go to another? And even granting some impediment, why was this gentleman to be received by me in secret?

The more I reflected the more convinced I grew that I was dealing with a case of cerebral disease; and though I dismissed my servants to bed, I loaded an old revolver, that I might be found in some posture of self-defence. Twelve o'clock had scarce rung out over London, ere the knocker sounded very gently on the door.

I went myself at the summons, and found a small man crouching against the pillars of the portico. He told me "yes" by a constrained gesture; and when I had bidden him enter, he did not obey me without a searching backward glance into the darkness of the square. There was a policeman not far off, advancing with his bull's eye open; and at the sight, I thought my visitor started and made greater haste. These particulars struck me, I confess, disagreeably; and as I followed him into the bright light of the 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 neighbourhood.

This bore some resemblance to incipient rigour, and was accompanied by a marked sinking of the pulse. At the time, I set it down to some idiosyncratic, personal distaste, and merely wondered at the acuteness of the symptoms; but I have since had reason to believe the cause to lie much deeper in the nature of man, and to turn on some nobler hinge than the principle of hatred.

This person who had thus, from the first moment of his entrance, struck in me what I can only, describe as a disgustful curiosity was dressed in a fashion that would have made an ordinary person laughable; his clothes, that is to say, although they were of rich and sober fabric, were enormously too large for him in every measurement--the trousers hanging on his legs and rolled up to keep them from the ground, the waist of the coat below his haunches, and the collar sprawling wide upon his shoulders.

Strange to relate, this ludicrous accoutrement was far from moving me to laughter. Rather, as there was something abnormal and misbegotten in the very essence of the creature that now faced me--something seizing, surprising and revolting--this fresh disparity seemed but to fit in with and to reinforce it; so that to my interest in the man's nature and character, there was added a curiosity as to his origin, his life, his fortune and status in the world.

These observations, though they have taken so great a space to be set down in, were yet the work of a few seconds. My visitor was, indeed, on fire with sombre excitement. I put him back, conscious at his touch of a certain icy pang along my blood.

Be seated, if you please. Lanyon," he replied civilly enough. I come here at the instance of your colleague, Dr. Henry Jekyll, on a piece of business of some moment; and I understood 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. He turned a dreadful smile to me, and as if with the decision of despair, plucked away the sheet.

At sight of the contents, he uttered one loud sob of such immense relief that I sat petrified. And the next moment, in a voice that was already fairly well under control, "Have you a graduated glass? I rose from my place with something of an effort and gave him what he asked. He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured out a few minims of the red tincture and added one of the powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour.

Suddenly and at the same moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked upon me with an air of scrutiny.

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Will you be wise? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. As you decide, you shall be left as you were before, and neither richer nor wiser, unless the sense of service rendered to a man in mortal distress may be counted as a kind of riches of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power shall be laid open to you, here, in this room, upon the instant; and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan.

But I have gone too far in the way of inexplicable services to pause before I see the end. And now, you who have so long been bound to the most narrow and material views, you who have denied the virtue of transcendental medicine, you who have derided your superiors--behold! A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a change--he seemed to swell--his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter--and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the wall, my arms raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.

What he told me in the next hour, I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the deadliest terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night; and 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 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.

And indeed the worst of my faults was a certain impatient gaiety of disposition, such as has made the happiness of many, but such as I found it hard to reconcile with my imperious desire to carry my head high, and wear a more than commonly grave countenance before the public. Hence it came about that I concealed my pleasures; and that when I reached years of reflection, and began to look round me and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of me.

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 laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And it chanced that the direction of my scientific studies, which led wholly towards the mystic and the transcendental, reacted and shed a strong light on this consciousness of the perennial war among my members.

With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens.

I, for my part, from the nature of my life, advanced infallibly in one direction and in one direction only. It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.

If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, 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 faggots were thus bound together--that in the agonised womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then were they dissociated? I was so far in my reflections when, as I have said, a 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 mistlike transience, of this seemingly so solid body in which we walk attired.

Certain agents I found to have the power to shake and pluck back that fleshly vestment, even as a wind might toss the curtains of a pavilion. For two good reasons, I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.

Second, because, as my narrative will make, alas! Enough then, that I not only recognised my natural body from the mere aura and effulgence of certain of the powers that made up my spirit, but managed to compound a drug by which these powers should be dethroned from their supremacy, and a second form and countenance substituted, none the less natural to me because they were the expression, and bore the stamp of lower elements in my soul.

I hesitated long before I put this theory to the test of practice. I knew well that I risked death; for any drug that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might, by the least scruple of an overdose or at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change.

But the temptation of a discovery so singular and profound at last overcame the suggestions of alarm. I had long since prepared my tincture; I purchased at once, from a firm of wholesale chemists, a large quantity of a particular salt which I knew, from my experiments, to be the last ingredient required; and late one accursed night, I compounded the elements, watched them boil and smoke together in the glass, and when the ebullition had subsided, with a strong glow of courage, drank off the potion.

The most racking pangs succeeded: Then these agonies began swiftly to subside, and I came to myself as if out of a great sickness. There was something strange in my sensations, something indescribably new and, from its very novelty, incredibly sweet. I felt younger, lighter, happier in body; within I was conscious of a heady recklessness, a current of disordered sensual images running like a millrace in my fancy, a solution of the bonds of obligation, an unknown but not an innocent freedom of the soul.

I knew myself, at the first breath of this new life, to be more wicked, tenfold more wicked, sold a slave to my original evil; and the thought, in that moment, braced and delighted me like wine. I stretched out my hands, exulting in the freshness of these sensations; and in the act, I was suddenly aware that I had lost in stature. There was no mirror, at that date, in my room; that which stands beside me as I write, was brought there later on and for the very purpose of these transformations.

The night however, was far gone into the morning--the morning, black as it was, was nearly ripe for the conception of the day--the inmates of my house were locked in the most rigorous hours of slumber; and I determined, flushed as I was with hope and triumph, to venture in my new shape as far as to my bedroom. I crossed the yard, wherein the constellations looked down upon me, I could have thought, with wonder, the first creature of that sort that their unsleeping vigilance had yet disclosed to them; I stole through the corridors, a stranger in my own house; and coming to my room, I saw for the first time the appearance of Edward Hyde.

I must here speak by theory alone, saying not that which I know, but that which I suppose to be most probable. The evil side of my nature, to which I had now transferred the stamping efficacy, was less robust and less developed than the good which I had just deposed.

Again, in the course of my life, which had been, after all, 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 deformity and decay.

And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome. This, too, was myself. It seemed natural and human. In my eyes it bore a livelier image of the spirit, it seemed more express and single, than the imperfect and divided countenance I had been hitherto accustomed to call mine.

And in so far I was doubtless right. I have observed that when I wore the semblance of Edward Hyde, none could come near to me at first without a visible misgiving of the flesh.

This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: I lingered but a moment at the mirror: That night I had come to the fatal cross-roads.

Had I approached my discovery in a more noble spirit, had I risked the experiment while under the empire of generous or pious aspirations, all must have been otherwise, and from these agonies of death and birth, I had come forth an angel instead of a fiend. The drug had no discriminating action; it was neither diabolical nor divine; it but shook the doors of the prisonhouse of my disposition; and like the captives of Philippi, that which stood within ran forth.

At that time my virtue slumbered; my evil, kept awake by ambition, was alert and swift to seize the occasion; and the thing that was projected was Edward Hyde. Hence, although I had now two characters as well as two appearances, one was wholly evil, and the other was still the old Henry Jekyll, that incongruous compound of whose reformation and improvement I had already learned to despair.

The movement was thus wholly toward the worse. Even at that time, I had not conquered my aversions to the dryness of a life of study. I would still be merrily disposed at times; and as my pleasures were to say the least undignified, and I was not only well known and highly considered, but growing 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 notion; it seemed to me at the time to be humourous; 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 housekeeper a creature whom I knew well to be silent and unscrupulous.

On the other side, I announced to my servants that a Mr. Hyde whom I described was to have full liberty and power about my house in the square; and to parry mishaps, I even called and made myself a familiar object, in my second character. I next drew up that will to which you so much objected; so that if anything befell me in the person of Dr. Jekyll, I could enter on that of Edward Hyde without pecuniary loss. And thus fortified, as I supposed, on every side, I began to profit by the strange immunities of my position.

Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasures. I was the first that could plod in the public eye with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring headlong into the sea of liberty.

But for me, in my impenetrable mantle, the safety was complete. Think of it--I did not even exist! Let me but escape into my laboratory door, give me but a second or two to mix and swallow the draught that I had always standing ready; and whatever he had done, Edward Hyde would pass away like the stain of breath upon a mirror; and there in his stead, quietly at home, trimming the midnight lamp in his study, a man who could afford to laugh at suspicion, would be Henry Jekyll.

The pleasures which I made haste to seek in my disguise were, as I have said, undignified; I would scarce use a harder term. But in the hands of Edward Hyde, they soon began to turn toward the monstrous. When I would come back from these excursions, I was often plunged into a kind of wonder at my vicarious depravity. This familiar that I called out of my own soul, and sent forth alone to do his good pleasure, was a being inherently malign and villainous; his every act and thought 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 unimpaired; he would even make haste, where it was possible, to undo the evil done by Hyde. And thus his conscience slumbered. Into the details of the infamy at which I thus connived for even now I can scarce grant that I committed it I have no design of entering; I mean but to point out the warnings and the successive steps with which my chastisement approached.

I met with one accident which, as it brought on no consequence, I shall no more than mention. An act of cruelty to a child aroused against me the anger of a passer-by, whom I recognised the other day in the person of your kinsman; the doctor and the child's family joined him; there were moments when I feared for my life; and at last, in order to pacify their too just resentment, Edward Hyde had to bring them to the door, and pay them in a cheque drawn in the name of Henry Jekyll.

But this danger was easily eliminated from the future, by opening an account at another bank in the name of Edward Hyde himself; and when, by sloping my own hand backward, I had supplied my double with a signature, I thought I sat beyond the reach of fate. Some two months before the murder of Sir Danvers, I had been out for one of my adventures, had returned at a late hour, and woke the next day in bed with somewhat odd sensations.

It was in vain I looked about me; in vain I saw the decent furniture and tall proportions of my room in the square; in vain that I recognised the pattern of the 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 myself, and in my psychological way, began lazily to inquire into the elements of this illusion, occasionally, even as I did so, dropping back into a comfortable morning doze. I was still so engaged when, in one of my more wakeful moments, my eyes fell upon my hand.

Now the hand of Henry Jekyll as you have often remarked was professional in shape and size: But the hand which I now saw, clearly enough, in the yellow light of a mid-London morning, lying half shut on the bedclothes, was lean, corder, 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. How was this to be explained? I asked myself; and then, with another bound of terror--how was it to be remedied?

It was well on in the morning; the servants were up; all my drugs were in the cabinet--a long journey down two pairs of stairs, through the back passage, across the open court and through the anatomical theatre, from where I was then standing 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: Hyde at such an hour and in such a strange array; and ten minutes later, Dr. Jekyll had returned to his own shape and was sitting down, with a darkened brow, to make a feint of breakfasting. Small indeed was my appetite. This inexplicable incident, this reversal of my previous experience, seemed, like the Babylonian finger on the wall, to be spelling out the letters of my judgment; and I began to reflect more seriously than ever before on the issues and possibilities of my double existence.

That part of me which I had the power of projecting, had lately been much exercised and nourished; it had seemed to me of late as though the body of Edward Hyde had grown in stature, as though when I wore that form I were conscious of a more generous tide of blood; and I began to spy a danger that, if this were much prolonged, the balance of my nature might be permanently overthrown, the power of voluntary change be forfeited, and the character of Edward Hyde become irrevocably mine.

The power of the drug had not been always equally displayed. Once, very early in my career, it had totally failed me; since then I had been obliged on more than one occasion to double, and once, with infinite risk of death, to treble the amount; and these rare uncertainties had cast hitherto the sole shadow on my contentment. Now, however, and in the light of that morning's accident, I was led to remark that whereas, in the beginning, the difficulty had been to throw off the body of Jekyll, it had of late gradually but decidedly transferred itself to the other side.

All things therefore seemed to point to this; that I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my second and worse.

Between these two, I now felt I had to choose. My two natures had memory in common, but all other faculties were most unequally shared between them. Jekyll who was composite now with the most sensitive apprehensions, now with a greedy gusto, projected and shared in the pleasures and adventures of Hyde; but Hyde was indifferent to Jekyll, or but remembered him as the mountain bandit remembers the cavern in which he conceals himself from pursuit.

Jekyll had more than a father's interest; Hyde had more than a son's indifference. To cast in my lot with Jekyll, was to die to those appetites which I had long secretly indulged and had of late begun to pamper. To cast it in with Hyde, was to die to a thousand interests and aspirations, and to become, at a blow and forever, despised and friendless. The bargain might appear unequal; but there was still another consideration in the scales; for while Jekyll would suffer smartingly in the fires of abstinence, Hyde would be not even conscious of all that he had lost.

Strange as my circumstances were, the terms of this debate are as old and commonplace as man; much the same inducements and alarms cast the die for any tempted and trembling sinner; and it fell out with me, as it falls with so vast a majority of my fellows, that I chose the better part and was found wanting in the strength to keep to it.

Yes, I preferred the elderly and discontented doctor, surrounded by friends and cherishing honest hopes; and bade a resolute farewell to the liberty, the comparative youth, the light step, leaping impulses and secret pleasures, that I had enjoyed in the disguise of Hyde. I made this choice perhaps with some unconscious reservation, for I neither gave up the house in Soho, nor destroyed the clothes of Edward Hyde, which still lay ready in my cabinet.

For two months, however, I was true to my determination; for two months, I led a life of such severity as I had never before attained to, and enjoyed the compensations of an approving conscience. But time began at last to obliterate the freshness of my alarm; the praises of conscience began to grow into a thing of course; I began to be tortured with throes and longings, as of Hyde struggling after freedom; and at last, in an hour of moral weakness, I once again compounded and swallowed the transforming draught.

I do not suppose that, when a drunkard reasons with himself upon his vice, he is once out of five hundred times affected by the dangers that he runs through his brutish, physical insensibility; neither had I, long as I had considered my position, made enough allowance for the complete moral insensibility and insensate readiness to evil, which were the leading characters of Edward Hyde. Yet it was by these that I was punished. My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.

I was conscious, even when I took the draught, of a more unbridled, a more furious propensity to ill.

It must have been this, I suppose, that stirred in my soul that tempest of impatience with which I listened to the civilities of my unhappy victim; I declare, at least, before God, no man morally sane could have been guilty of that crime upon so pitiful a provocation; and that I struck in no more reasonable spirit than that in which a sick child may break a plaything. But I had voluntarily stripped myself of all those balancing 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.

Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror. The figure was stiff; but the signature was good for more than that, if it was only genuine.

But he was quite easy and sneering. I gave in the check myself, and said I had every reason to believe it was a forgery. Not a bit of it. The cheque was genuine. For my man was a fellow that nobody could have to do with, a really damnable man; and the person that drew the cheque is the very pink of the proprieties, celebrated too, and what makes it worse one of your fellows who do what they call good.

Black-mail, I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth. Black-Mail House is what I call that place with the door, in consequence. From this he was recalled by Mr. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird the last you would have thought of is knocked on the head in his own back-garden and the family have to change their name.

No, sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask. 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. And then there is a chimney which is generally smoking; so somebody must live there.

It was a man of the name of Hyde. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. Utterson again walked some way in silence and obviously under a weight of consideration. The fact is, if I do not ask you the name of the other party, it is because I know it already.

You see, Richard, your tale has gone home. If you have been inexact in any point, you had better correct it.

I saw him use it, not a week ago. Utterson sighed deeply but said never a word; and the young man presently resumed. Let us make a bargain never to refer to this again.So good of you to come.

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 laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering.

Inspector Newcomen led him into a back room, where a body lay covered with a white sheet. Henry Jekyll once again. I saw my life as a whole: Utterson's nerves, at this unlooked-for termination, gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance; but he recollected his courage and followed the butler into the laboratory building through the surgical theatre, with its lumber of crates and bottles, to the foot of the stair.

Did I see anyone? 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.

PENNY from Redding
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