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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 theatre，hehad not been to a play for twenty years However， he wasgentler towards other men s weaknesses，and 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 toprison，or worse These people often carried with them memories of his politeness and fairnessMr Uttersons best friend was a distant cousin calledRichard Enfield，who was well known as a fun-loving manabout townNobody could understand why they werefriends， as they were different from each other in every wayThey often took long walks together，however， marchingthrough the streets of London in companionable silenceOne 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， mysterious，windowless 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 awayOne day，as Mr Enfield and his friend passed the building，Mr Enfield pointed to itHave you ever noticed that place？he askedIt remindsme of a very strange storyReally？said Mr UttersonTell meWell，began Enfield，I was coming home about threeoclock on a black winter morning，when suddenly I saw twopeopleThe first was a short man who was walking along thestreet，and the second was a little girl who was running as fastas she could Well，the two bumped into each other and thechild fell downThen a terrible thing happenedThe mancalmly walked all over the childs body with his heavy boots，and 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 look，which made me feel sick in my stomachThe childs familythen arrived， and also a doctor The child had been sent tofetch the doctor for a sick neighbour，and 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 see，I had taken a violent dislike to the short manSo had the childs familythat was only naturalBut the doctor， who seemed a quiet， kindly man， was also looking at ourprisoner with murder in his eyesThe 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 hatedHe looked back at us with a proud，blach look“Nameyour price，”he saidWe 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 Couttss Bank Thename on the cheque was a well-known one“See here，”said the doctor doubtfully，“it isnt usual for aman to walk into an empty house at four in the morning andcome out with another mans cheque for nearly a hundredpounds”“Dont worry，”said the man with an ugly look，“Ill staywith you until the banks open，andchange the chequemyself”So we all went off， the doctor and the prisoner and myself，and 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 childs familyWell，well，said Mr UttersonYes，said Enfield，its 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 and generous actsWhy would a man like that give his cheque to a criminal？And you dont know if the writer of the cheque lives in that building？asked Mr UttersonI dont like to ask，said his friendIn my experience，its not a good idea to ask too many questions，in case the answers are ugly，violent onesBut Ive studied the place a littleIt doesnt seem like a house Theres no other door，and the only person who uses that door is the man Ive just described to youThere are three windows on the side of the house，which look down onto a small courtyardThe windows are shut，but theyre always cleanTheres a chimney too，which is usually smokingSo somebody must live thereThe two men continued on their walk Then Utterson broke the silenceEnfield，he said，youre right about not asking toomany questionsHowever，I want to ask the name of the manwho walked over the childVery well， said EnfieldHe told us his name wasHydeWhat does he look like？Hes not easy to describe， although I remember him perfectlyHes a strange-looking manHes short，but has astrong， heavy bodyTheres something wrong with his appearance，something ugly and unpleasingno，something hatefulI disliked him at onceMr Utterson thought deeplyAre you sure he used a key？he askedWhat do you mean？asked Enfield in surpriseI know it must seem strange，said his friendBut you see， if I dont ask you the name on the cheque， its because I know it alreadyWell， why didnt you tell me？said his friend rather crosslyAnyway， he did have a key， and he still has it I saw him use it only a week agoMr Utterson looked at him thoughtfully，but said nothing more 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 Jekyll，and was written in the doctors own handwritingIf I die，or if I disappear for more than three months，the will began，I wish to leave everything I own to my dear friend Edward HydeThis will had both worried and annoyed Mr Utterson To a lawyer it was an unusual and dangerous kind of will It was bad enough when Edward Hyde was only an unknown name，but now that the lawyer knew something about Hyde， the willworried him more than ever It had seemed like madness before；now it began to seem shameful With a heavy heart MrUtterson replaced the envelope in the cupboard，put on hiscoat and went to see his old friend Doctor LanyonDoctor Lanyon was enjoying his after-dinner coffeeComein，old friend！ he cried The two men had known each othersince their school daysThey sat for several minutes，drinkingcoffee and talking companionably of this and that At last MrUtterson mentioned the thoughts that were worrying himI suppose，Lanyon，he said，that you and I are HenryJekylls oldest friends？I suppose so，said Doctor Lanyon，but I dont often seehim nowReally？ said Mr Utterson in surpriseI thought you andhe were interested in the same thingsWe were at one time，said Doctor LanyonBut morethan ten years ago Henry Jekyll became toowell，imaginative for me He developed some strange，wild， unscientific ideas I told him so，and Ive seen very little of him since thenMr Utterson looked at his friends red， angry faceOnly adisagreement about some scientific question，he thoughtIts nothing worse than that Calmly he continued，Didyou ever meet a friend of Jekylls a man called Hyde？Hyde？repeated LanyonNo， neverSoon the lawyer said goodnight and went home to bed，where he lay awake for a long time thinking about Enfields description of Hyde，and Doctor Jekylls willWhen at last hefell asleep，he was troubled by dreams In his minds eye hesaw a faceless man marching over the childs bodyThen hesaw his old friend Jekyll in bed，while the same faceless figurestood over himThe facelessness of that figure worried himdeeplyVery well，Mr Hyde，said the lawyer to himself，I willfind you，and I will see your face for myselfDuring 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， dislike for the strangerMr Utterson stepped forward and touched him on the shoulderMr Hyde？Yes，thats my name，said the stranger coolly What do you want？I see that youre going inIm an old friend of Doctor JekyllsMy name is UttersonYou must have heard my namemay I come in with you？Doctor Jekyll is not at home，replied Mr HydeHow did you know me？he added sharplyFirst let me see your face，replied the lawyerMr Hyde hesitated for a moment， then he stood under the street light and the lawyer saw his faceThank you， said Mr UttersonNow I shall know you again It may be usefulYes，said Mr Hyde，it may indeed be usefulHere，too，is my addressYou may need it one dayHe gave the lawyer his address，which was in a poor part of LondonGood God！thought the lawyer，does Hyde know about Jekylls will？Is that what hes thinking of？But he said nothingAnd now，said Mr Hyde，How did you know me？You were described to meWho did that？I know people who know youWho？ asked Mr Hyde sharplyDoctor Jekyll，for example，said the lawyerHe never told you！cried Mr Hyde in sudden angerDont lie to me！And before the lawyer could answer， he turned the key in the lock and disappeared into the houseMr Utterson stared at the closed doorWhy do I dislike him so much？he said to himselfEnfield was rightthere is something evil about the manPoor Henry Jekyll，Im worried about you Your new friend will mean trouble for youRound the corner from the narrow street there was a square of handsome old housesOne of these was DoctorJekylls house，and Mr Utterson knocked at the front door The servant answered and told him that Doctor Jekyll was not at homeI saw Mr Hyde go in by the laboratory door in the street atthe back of the house， said the lawyerThats right，Mr Utterson，replied the servant MrHyde has his own key， and comes and goes when he likes Wehave orders from Doctor Jekyll to obey himMr Utterson walked home more worried than everA fortnight later Doctor Jekyll gave a dinner party for a few old friendsMr Utterson was among them and he remained after the others had leftIve been wanting to speak to you for some time，Jekyll，said the lawyer，about your willDoctor Jekyll was a tall， wellmade man of fifty with asmooth， kindly faceMy poor friend，he said，you doworry unnecessarily， you know Like poor Lanyon when Itold him about my new ideas“Imaginative rubbish”he calledthem Im very disappointed in LanyonBut the lawyer did not want to talk about Doctor LanyonYou know Ive never agreed with your will，he continuedYouve told me often enough，said his friend sharplyWell，Ive learnt something about your friend Hyde，continued the lawyerThe colour of the doctors handsome face changed from pink to greyish-whiteI dont want to hear any more，he saidYou dont understand Im in a very difficult，painful situationTell me everything，said Mr Utterson，and Ill do my best to help youYoure very kind，but this is a private matterIll tell you one thingI can get rid of Mr Hyde any time I want You must understand，however， that I take a great interest in poor HydeI know youve seen himhe told me， and Im afraid he wasnt very polite to you But I really do care about himAnd if anything happens to me，I want you to promise to make sure that he inherits my moneyI cannot pretend that I shall ever like him， said the lawyerIm not asking you to like him，said his friendI only ask you to help him，when Im goneI promise，said Mr Utterson sadly 3 The Carew murder One night in London，nearly a year later， a servant girl was sitting at her bedroom window， looking out at the moonlit street She saw a tall， handsome old man with white hair coming along the street，and a shorter，younger man walking towards himThe old man spoke politely to the younger one He seemed， the girl said later， to be asking his way Then the girl looked more closely at the younger man and recognized himIt was Mr Hyde， she said laterHe once visited my masterMr Hyde， the girl said， was carrying a heavy stick He was playing with it impatiently as he listened to the old man Then suddenly he seemed to explode with angerHe was like a madman，the servant girl said He shook his stick at the old man，who stepped back in surprise Then he hit the old man violently with the stick and knocked him to the ground He beat the helpless body again and again I could hear the bones breaking It was so terrible that I began to feel illThen everything went black and I dont remember anymoreIt was two oclock in the morning before she was conscious again， and able to call the police The murderer had disappeared，but the dead man was still lying on the ground with the murder weapon beside himThe stick had broken in the middle， and one half still lay beside the murdered man The police decided that the murderer had carried away the other halfA gold watch and a purse were found in the dead mans pockets， but no cards or papers except a letter addressed to Mr UttersonA policeman brought this letter to the lawyer the next morningTogether they drove to the police station where the body had been takenA police inspector showed him the bodyYes，I recognize him，said Mr Utterson heavilyHe is Sir Danvers CarewThank you， sir，said the inspectorAnd do you recognize this？ He showed Mr Utterson the broken stick and told him the servant girls storyMr Utterson knew the stick at onceThats Henry Jekylls stick！he said to himselfI gave it to him long agoIs this Hyde a short， evillooking man？he askedThats how the servant girl described him， sir，agreed the inspectorCome with me，said Mr Utterson to the inspectorI think I know where he livesMr Utterson led him to the address on Mr Hyde s visitingcardIt was in a poor part of London，in a dirty street full of cheap bars and eatinghouses This was the home of HenryJekylls favourite friendthe man who would inherit Jekyllsquarter of a million poundsAn old servant opened the doorUnder her silvery hair was a smooth face with a false smile and evil eyes， but she was polite enoughYes，she said，Mr Hyde lives hereBut hes not at home My master came in very late last nightHe left again after only an hourWas that unusual？asked the inspectorNot at all，replied the servantHes often away，and frequently stays away for months at a timeWe would like to see his flat，said Mr UttersonOh，I cant do that，sirbegan the servantThis gentleman is a police inspector，said Mr UttersonAh！ said the servant，looking unnaturally pleased about it， Mr Hydes in trouble！Whats he done？Mr Utterson and the inspector looked at each otherHe doesnt seem a very popular person，said the inspectorHe turned to the servantNow please let us in and well have a look aroundMr Hyde had only two rooms in the houseThese were extremely comfortable and in excellent taste，with beautiful pictures on the walls and rich carpets on the floorEverything was wildly untidy，however，and the fireplace was full of half burnt papers Among these the detective found part of a cheque bookHe also found the other half of the murder weaponExcellent！he saidNow lets visit the bank and see if they recognize this cheque bookSure enough， the bank held several thousand pounds in an account in the name of Edward HydeWeve got him now， sir，said the inspectorWeve got the murder weapon，and weve got his cheque book Now we only need his description on the“Wanted”noticesThis was not so easy There were no photographs of the wanted man and no two people could agree about his appearanceThey all agreed on one thing， howeverAn evil man，sir，the servant girl saidYou could see it in his face 4 Doctor Jekyll receives a letter Later that same afternoon Mr Utterson found his way toDoctor Jekylls houseJekylls servant， Poole， let himin at once and took him through the kitchen and across theback garden to the laboratory behind the houseIt was thefirst time that Mr Utterson had seen his friends laboratory，and he looked around curiouslyThe old servant led Mr Utterson through the laboratory andup some stairs to the doctors private study aboveThis was alarge room with tall， glassfronted cupboards， a large mirrorand a big，businesslike tableA good fire burned in the fireplace and beside it sat Doctor Jekyll， looking white and ill Ina thin， tired voice he welcomed his friendHave you heard the news？said Mr Utterson after the oldservant had leftThe newsboys were shouting about it in the street，DoctorJekyll saidA terrible businessLet me ask you something，said the lawyerSir DanversCarew was my client， but you are my client too，and I want toknow what Im doingYou havent t