That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in sombre spirits and sat down to dinner without relish. It was his custom of a Sunday, when this meal was over, to sit close by the fire, a volume of some dry divinity on his reading desk, until the clock of the neighbouring church rang out the hour of twelve, when he would go soberly and gratefully to bed. On this night however, as soon as the cloth was taken away, he took up a candle and went into his business room. There he opened his safe, took from the most private part of it a document endorsed on the envelope as Dr. Jekyllโs Will and sat down with a clouded brow to study its contents. The will was holograph, for Mr. Utterson though he took charge of it now that it was made, had refused to lend the least assistance in the making of it; it provided not only that, in case of the decease of Henry Jekyll, M.D., D.C.L., L.L.D., F.R.S., etc., all his possessions were to pass into the hands of his โfriend and benefactor Edward Hyde,โ but that in case of Dr. Jekyllโs โdisappearance or unexplained absence for any period exceeding three calendar months,โ the said Edward Hyde should step into the said Henry Jekyllโs shoes without further delay and free from any burthen or obligation beyond the payment of a few small sums to the members of the doctorโs household. This document had long been the lawyerโs eyesore. It offended him both as a lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest. And hitherto it was his ignorance of Mr. Hyde that had swelled his indignation; now, by a sudden turn, it was his knowledge. It was already bad enough when the name was but a name of which he could learn no more. It was worse when it began to be clothed upon with detestable attributes; and out of the shifting, insubstantial mists that had so long baffled his eye, there leaped up the sudden, definite presentment of a fiend.
โI thought it was madness,โ he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe, โand now I begin to fear it is disgrace.โ
With that he blew out his candle, put on a greatcoat, and set forth in the direction of Cavendish Square, that citadel of medicine, where his friend, the great Dr. Lanyon, had his house and received his crowding patients. โIf anyone knows, it will be Lanyon,โ he had thought.
The solemn butler knew and welcomed him; he was subjected to no stage of delay, but ushered direct from the door to the dining-room where Dr. Lanyon sat alone over his wine. This was a hearty, healthy, dapper, red-faced gentleman, with a shock of hair prematurely white, and a boisterous and decided manner. At sight of Mr. Utterson, he sprang up from his chair and welcomed him with both hands. The geniality, as was the way of the man, was somewhat theatrical to the eye; but it reposed on genuine feeling. For these two were old friends, old mates both at school and college, both thorough respectors of themselves and of each other, and what does not always follow, men who thoroughly enjoyed each otherโs company.
After a little rambling talk, the lawyer led up to the subject which so disagreeably preoccupied his mind.
โI suppose, Lanyon,โ said he, โyou and I must be the two oldest friends that Henry Jekyll has?โ
โI wish the friends were younger,โ chuckled Dr. Lanyon. โBut I suppose we are. And what of that? I see little of him now.โ
โIndeed?โ said Utterson. โI thought you had a bond of common interest.โ
โWe had,โ was the reply. โBut it is more than ten years since Henry Jekyll became too fanciful for me. He began to go wrong, wrong in mind; and though of course I continue to take an interest in him for old sakeโs sake, as they say, I see and I have seen devilish little of the man. Such unscientific balderdash,โ added the doctor, flushing suddenly purple, โwould have estranged Damon and Pythias.โ
This little spirit of temper was somewhat of a relief to Mr. Utterson. โThey have only differed on some point of science,โ he thought; and being a man of no scientific passions (except in the matter of conveyancing), he even added: โIt is nothing worse than that!โ He gave his friend a few seconds to recover his composure, and then approached the question he had come to put. โDid you ever come across aย protรฉgรฉย of hisโone Hyde?โ he asked.
โHyde?โ repeated Lanyon. โNo. Never heard of him. Since my time.โ
That was the amount of information that the lawyer carried back with him to the great, dark bed on which he tossed to and fro, until the small hours of the morning began to grow large. It was a night of little ease to his toiling mind, toiling in mere darkness and besieged by questions.
Six oโclock struck on the bells of the church that was so conveniently near to Mr. Uttersonโs dwelling, and still he was digging at the problem. Hitherto it had touched him on the intellectual side alone; but now his imagination also was engaged, or rather enslaved; and as he lay and tossed in the gross darkness of the night and the curtained room, Mr. Enfieldโs tale went by before his mind in a scroll of lighted pictures. He would be aware of the great field of lamps of a nocturnal city; then of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then of a child running from the doctorโs; and then these met, and that human Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of her screams. Or else he would see a room in a rich house, where his friend lay asleep, dreaming and smiling at his dreams; and then the door of that room would be opened, the curtains of the bed plucked apart, the sleeper recalled, and lo! there would stand by his side a figure to whom power was given, and even at that dead hour, he must rise and do its bidding. The figure in these two phases haunted the lawyer all night; and if at any time he dozed over, it was but to see it glide more stealthily through sleeping houses, or move the more swiftly and still the more swiftly, even to dizziness, through wider labyrinths of lamplighted city, and at every street corner crush a child and leave her screaming. And still the figure had no face by which he might know it; even in his dreams, it had no face, or one that baffled him and melted before his eyes; and thus it was that there sprang up and grew apace in the lawyerโs mind a singularly strong, almost an inordinate, curiosity to behold the features of the real Mr. Hyde. If he could but once set eyes on him, he thought the mystery would lighten and perhaps roll altogether away, as was the habit of mysterious things when well examined. He might see a reason for his friendโs strange preference or bondage (call it which you please) and even for the startling clause of the will. At least it would be a face worth seeing: the face of a man who was without bowels of mercy: a face which had but to show itself to raise up, in the mind of the unimpressionable Enfield, a spirit of enduring hatred.
From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. In the morning before office hours, at noon when business was plenty and time scarce, at night under the face of the fogged city moon, by all lights and at all hours of solitude or concourse, the lawyer was to be found on his chosen post.
โIf he be Mr. Hyde,โ he had thought, โI shall be Mr. Seek.โ
And at last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry night; frost in the air; the streets as clean as a ballroom floor; the lamps, unshaken by any wind, drawing a regular pattern of light and shadow. By ten oโclock, when the shops were closed, the by-street was very solitary and, in spite of the low growl of London from all round, very silent. Small sounds carried far; domestic sounds out of the houses were clearly audible on either side of the roadway; and the rumour of the approach of any passenger preceded him by a long time. Mr. Utterson had been some minutes at his post, when he was aware of an odd light footstep drawing near. In the course of his nightly patrols, he had long grown accustomed to the quaint effect with which the footfalls of a single person, while he is still a great way off, suddenly spring out distinct from the vast hum and clatter of the city. Yet his attention had never before been so sharply and decisively arrested; and it was with a strong, superstitious prevision of success that he withdrew into the entry of the court.
The steps drew swiftly nearer, and swelled out suddenly louder as they turned the end of the street. The lawyer, looking forth from the entry, could soon see what manner of man he had to deal with. He was small and very plainly dressed and the look of him, even at that distance, went somehow strongly against the watcherโs inclination. But he made straight for the door, crossing the roadway to save time; and as he came, he drew a key from his pocket like one approaching home.
Mr. Utterson stepped out and touched him on the shoulder as he passed. โMr. Hyde, I think?โ
Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of the breath. But his fear was only momentary; and though he did not look the lawyer in the face, he answered coolly enough: โThat is my name. What do you want?โ
โI see you are going in,โ returned the lawyer. โI am an old friend of Dr. JekyllโsโMr. Utterson of Gaunt Streetโyou must have heard of my name; and meeting you so conveniently, I thought you might admit me.โ
โYou will not find Dr. Jekyll; he is from home,โ replied Mr. Hyde, blowing in the key. And then suddenly, but still without looking up, โHow did you know me?โ he asked.
โOn your side,โ said Mr. Utterson โwill you do me a favour?โ
โWith pleasure,โ replied the other. โWhat shall it be?โ
โWill you let me see your face?โ asked the lawyer.
Mr. Hyde appeared to hesitate, and then, as if upon some sudden reflection, fronted about with an air of defiance; and the pair stared at each other pretty fixedly for a few seconds. โNow I shall know you again,โ said Mr. Utterson. โIt may be useful.โ
โYes,โ returned Mr. Hyde, โIt is as well we have met; andย ร propos, you should have my address.โ And he gave a number of a street in Soho.
โGood God!โ thought Mr. Utterson, โcan he, too, have been thinking of the will?โ But he kept his feelings to himself and only grunted in acknowledgment of the address.
โAnd now,โ said the other, โhow did you know me?โ
โBy description,โ was the reply.
โWhose description?โ
โWe have common friends,โ said Mr. Utterson.
โCommon friends,โ echoed Mr. Hyde, a little hoarsely. โWho are they?โ
โJekyll, for instance,โ said the lawyer.
โHe never told you,โ cried Mr. Hyde, with a flush of anger. โI did not think you would have lied.โ
โCome,โ said Mr. Utterson, โthat is not fitting language.โ
The other snarled aloud into a savage laugh; and the next moment, with extraordinary quickness, he had unlocked the door and disappeared into the house.
The lawyer stood awhile when Mr. Hyde had left him, the picture of disquietude. Then he began slowly to mount the street, pausing every step or two and putting his hand to his brow like a man in mental perplexity. The problem he was thus debating as he walked, was one of a class that is rarely solved. Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, he had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness, and he spoke with a husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice; all these were points against him, but not all of these together could explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing and fear with which Mr. Utterson regarded him. โThere must be something else,โ said the perplexed gentleman. โThereย isย something more, if I could find a name for it. God bless me, the man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say? or can it be the old story of Dr. Fell? or is it the mere radiance of a foul soul that thus transpires through, and transfigures, its clay continent? The last, I think; for, O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satanโs signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.โ
Round the corner from the by-street, there was a square of ancient, handsome houses, now for the most part decayed from their high estate and let in flats and chambers to all sorts and conditions of men; map-engravers, architects, shady lawyers and the agents of obscure enterprises. One house, however, second from the corner, was still occupied entire; and at the door of this, which wore a great air of wealth and comfort, though it was now plunged in darkness except for the fanlight, Mr. Utterson stopped and knocked. A well-dressed, elderly servant opened the door.
โIs Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?โ asked the lawyer.
โI will see, Mr. Utterson,โ said Poole, admitting the visitor, as he spoke, into a large, low-roofed, comfortable hall paved with flags, warmed (after the fashion of a country house) by a bright, open fire, and furnished with costly cabinets of oak. โWill you wait here by the fire, sir? or shall I give you a light in the dining-room?โ
โHere, thank you,โ said the lawyer, and he drew near and leaned on the tall fender. This hall, in which he was now left alone, was a pet fancy of his friend the doctorโs; and Utterson himself was wont to speak of it as the pleasantest room in London. But tonight there was a shudder in his blood; the face of Hyde sat heavy on his memory; he felt (what was rare with him) a nausea and distaste of life; and in the gloom of his spirits, he seemed to read a menace in the flickering of the firelight on the polished cabinets and the uneasy starting of the shadow on the roof. He was ashamed of his relief, when Poole presently returned to announce that Dr. Jekyll was gone out.
โI saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old dissecting room, Poole,โ he said. โIs that right, when Dr. Jekyll is from home?โ
โQuite right, Mr. Utterson, sir,โ replied the servant. โMr. Hyde has a key.โ
โYour master seems to repose a great deal of trust in that young man, Poole,โ resumed the other musingly.
โYes, sir, he does indeed,โ said Poole. โWe have all orders to obey him.โ
โI do not think I ever met Mr. Hyde?โ asked Utterson.
โO, dear no, sir. He neverย dinesย here,โ replied the butler. โIndeed we see very little of him on this side of the house; he mostly comes and goes by the laboratory.โ
โWell, good-night, Poole.โ
โGood-night, Mr. Utterson.โ
And the lawyer set out homeward with a very heavy heart. โPoor Harry Jekyll,โ he thought, โmy mind misgives me he is in deep waters! He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations. Ay, it must be that; the ghost of some old sin, the cancer of some concealed disgrace: punishment coming,ย pede claudo, years after memory has forgotten and self-love condoned the fault.โ And the lawyer, scared by the thought, brooded awhile on his own past, groping in all the corners of memory, lest by chance some Jack-in-the-Box of an old iniquity should leap to light there. His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into a sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing yet avoided. And then by a return on his former subject, he conceived a spark of hope. โThis Master Hyde, if he were studied,โ thought he, โmust have secrets of his own; black secrets, by the look of him; secrets compared to which poor Jekyllโs worst would be like sunshine. Things cannot continue as they are. It turns me cold to think of this creature stealing like a thief to Harryโs bedside; poor Harry, what a wakening! And the danger of it; for if this Hyde suspects the existence of the will, he may grow impatient to inherit. Ay, I must put my shoulders to the wheelโif Jekyll will but let me,โ he added, โif Jekyll will only let me.โ For once more he saw before his mindโs eye, as clear as transparency, the strange clauses of the will.