I caught him and brought him back to the crowd.

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I caught him.

- My dear Utterson. Do you see that alleyway down the street that is where it happened. - What happened? - There was a really ugly little man with a limp. He came rushing around the corner and ran into a litlle girl… - So what? That happpens from time to time. -  Not this, he didn’t even stop, in fact he actually stepped on her. - What?! That’s horrible. What did you do?

I turned away. It wasn't my problem.

I ran away. He was scary!

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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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Let’s go question the witness!!!

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- Mr. Utterson, sir. Could you help us? - Yes of course. - We have just found a body here and there is a letter addressed to you in his pocket. - Let me have a look…Oh my goodness I know who it is!!! - Who is it then? - It’s...

Let him go.

Kill him!!!

Call the police. 

Beat him up!!

- Wow Enfield you were very brave... - I don’t know, all that I remember is that I really hated him even if he was scary.   -What did the crowd want to do? 

- Gasp… Did you hurt him? -No, but we made him pay. - How?

 We said that we’d beat him up.

It was another man’s check… 

It was a blank check.

The check was from a foreign bank.

We said that we’d kill him.

- However there was something strange about his method of payment. - What?

 We said that we’d give him to the police.

He wanted to pay with a credit card. Ha Ha!

 We said that we’d ruin his reputation in all of London.

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Humm, I really think that I will need to talk to this man since he has links to my friend Jekyll. I have to find him...

-What was this little man’s name?

Reading text

I’ll go and find him...

I have to really find that Mr. Hyde. The will that Dr. Jekyll made me write is really irresponsible and dangerous! If he be Mr. Hyde then I will be...

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Part 1 The Little Man

Part 2  The Search

- Are you Mr. Hyde? - Yes, what do you want??? - I wanted to meet you… - Why???

I’ll sit at the dark door that my friend Enfield was talking about the other day. With a bit of luck Hyde will appear one night

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-I am Mr. Utterson and I wanted to meet you because I heard of you from a friend. - Ok, here is my card but who told you about me? 

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-What!!! You are lying Utterson. Jekyll would never betray me like that…. - Leave now before I get really angry...

Part 3  The Killing

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- Hello you are the witness? - Yes I saw everything… it was awful. I saw Sir Danvers Carew stop to speak to a small deformed man.  - What happened? - The small man seemed to get angry and started hitting Sir Danvers. - What did he use?

- Did you recognize the small man? - Yes - What was his name?

Don’t care one way or the other.

-Do you know a certain Mr. Hyde? -Yea, guv. ‘E ‘as rooms in my ‘ouse over there…. - Do you know him well? - Well nuff… ‘E’s a right bugger ‘e is. E’s finally in trouble is e? He He. -Do you like him?

Can’t stand the bugger

Oh he’s alright, pays well.

-Have you found anything, officer? -Yes look I found the other half of Hyde's cane. What else did you find?

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-I also found his burnt 

Hmmm, it has many points of similitude but the slope is different.

-Who gave it to you?

Hmmm, it is completely different.

Hmmm, it seems to be exactly the same.

-What do you think of the handwriting compared to this invitation?

Hmmm, it has many points of similitude.

-Mr. Guest I have a letter from the infamous Hyde

Hmmm, it seems to be exactly the same.

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Part 4  The letter

Part 5  The Strange story

Death of Hyde

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- Dr. Jekyll won’t see me anymore. Have you seen him lately? - No and I don’t want to see him again…I am sick and I don’t want to ever see him again. - Why? I thought he was your friend. - I think of him as already dead. I can tell you nothing now, but after I am dead you will learn the right and wrong of this. When I die I will give you something, what?

Disappearance and death of Hyde

Death or disappearance of Jekyll

Death of Jekyll

When can you open this? At the...

Did you see that Enfield?

- There’s Jekyll, Enfield. - Hey Jekyll how are you?

Part 6  The Last Night

That’s what I thought. Break the door down!!!

Go to story

Answer?

-Who is in there? -Please Utterson leave me alone!! -Who do you think is in there Poole?

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- Mr. Utterson, sir! I sent for you because I don’t know what to do anymore. - What do you mean Poole? - The master, Dr. Jekyll, has locked himself in the lab and he won’t come out. - Anything else? - Well he keeps sending us out for some kind of drug. - Ok then what? - Well he sends us back with the drug. - Why? - Says that the drug is not clean. - What do you think happened to Dr. Jekyll?

Ok lets’s go to the lab and see.

Jekyll's letter

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Lanyon's letter

Jekyll's will

-My God, he’s dead Poole. He killed himself. -But sir, that’s not my master that’s Hyde. - Sir there are papers on the table. One of them is the will…  - Who is the beneficiary?

Jekyll's diary

I’ll go read the letters from Lanyon and Jekyll and I’ll finally know the whole story

- There’s a note from Jekyll. He was alive this morning but where is his body? - The note tells me to read the...

On the ninth of January, I received a very strange letter from my old friend, Henry Jekyll. He told me that his life, his honour and his reason were all in my hands. Then he asked me to go to his house. Poole would show me to the office where I was to open the desk and take out the fourth drawer. I was to bring its contents back to my house and wait for a man who would come to pick up the things in Jekyll's name. Upon reading this letter, I was sure my friend was not in his right mind. But I had to do what he asked. I went to the doctor's house where Poole was waiting for me. He had also received a letter telling him to admit me. He was told to have special men ready to break into the laboratory office. After two hours of work, the door stood open. I took out the drawer, had it tied in a sheet, and returned with it to my house. Once at home, I examined its contents with great care. The drugs were neatly made up. One of the packages contained a simple white salt, and there was a test tube of some red liquid. I wondered from what strange place Dr. Jekyll had gotten that mixture. I was not sure of its purpose, but a guess was enough to scare me. There was also a book of notes written in Jekyll's hand. They seemed to be records of some sort of experiments. The word double was written next to many of the dates. This whole matter seemed strange to me. How could these things in my house affect the life of my friend? I came to believe that Jekyll was suffering from some sickness of the mind, which made him act this way. Midnight had just rung over London, when there came a soft knock on my door. I heard the sound of a freight horn. A short man was standing in the shadows. "Did Dr. Jekyll send you?" I asked. He told me "yes" and I bid him enter. When he stepped into the light, I must say, I got quite a scare; I was struck by the wild look on his face. The hair above his lip did not form a moustache, but went strangely in all directions. "Have you got it?" he cried, "Have you got it?" He was so very excited, that he put his hand on my arm and tried to shake me. I tried to calm him, but it was no use. He had to put his hand over his throat to control himself. "There it is, sir," said I, pointing to the drawer on the floor. He jumped at it with the force as great as an animal. "Calm yourself," I said, for I feared for his life and reason. He gave me a horrible smile, then took off the cover of the drawer. Looking at its contents, he let out a cry. Then he turned to me and became so calm that I found it hard to believe it was the same man who had stampeded in a moment before. He took the drugs from Dr. Jekyll's strange box and put them in a glass. The mixture began to change from red to purple to green. Then the contents of the glass exploded into a small cloud of smoke. "And now," said he, "what will you do, sir? Will you learn what I learned? If so, you will know a power no man has known before. Think before you answer! You can learn or you can stay as you are; neither richer, nor wiser." "Sir," I said, "you confuse me. But I have gone too far to pause before I see the end." "It is well," he said. "Look!" He put the glass to his lips and drank. He cried out, staggered, and grabbed at the table. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. As I looked on, his face swelled and turned dark; his nose, eyes and mouth vanished. I jumped back against the wall in terror. "Oh, No!" I screamed again and again, for before my eyes, there stood Henry Jekyll! What he told me in the next hour I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. What I saw and what I heard made me sick. Now, terror sits by me at all hours of the night and day, and I know I must die. I will say but one last thing, Utterson, and try to believe it. The creature who came to my house that night and turned into Henry Jekyll, was none other than Mr. Hyde. Hastie Lanyon

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I, Henry Jekyll, was born in the year 18_ _ to a large fortune. This, among other things, led to encourage me to prepare for a life of honour and duty. I worked very hard at my studies. But as I grew older, I found that I had a certain gaiety of spirit. Gradually I became torn between these two parts of myself. One part was hardworking and patient; the other was lighthearted. The second is the part of which I was ashamed, and so I hid this side of myself.Because of the two parts of my life, I grew to believe that each person has two natures, one good and one bad. My scientific studies led me to an amazing discovery. I learned that certain drugs had the power to separate these two natures. One night, I mixed the drugs and drank them. At first, I felt pain and terror, but then my mood changed. I gradually began to feel younger and happier. I felt free to do anything. And I felt myself to be more wicked than I had ever been before. But that was not all; my wickedness delighted me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw, for the first time, the appearance of Edward Hyde. It seemed that the wickedness had changed the form of my body. Since that side of myself was less developed, my body had grown smaller. Sometimes I even had a limp. Upon my face was the mark of hardness. I noticed that anyone who came near me stepped back in terror. I believe this was because all people are both good and bad, but I alone was all bad. Encouraged by my first experiments, I was eager to try again. I often grew tired of my life and studies. I now found it too easy to take one drink of the drug and drop the body of the respected Dr. Jekyll. I made a life for Hyde. I told my servants to expect him, and to allow him to come and go as he pleased. I even took another house for him in a less respected part of London. Then I asked you to draw up that will to which you so strongly objected. As Henry Jekyll , I often became horrified by the acts of Edward Hyde. But when I fell into this mood, I would tell myself it was Hyde, not Jekyll , who was guilty. Of course, matters did not improve. After the scene with the child, Hyde began acting in a worse manner. Then one morning, I awoke feeling very strange. Something inside me kept insisting that I was not in my room in the square. I kept returning to sleep and awakening again, when my eyes fell upon my hand. I saw that it was not large and firm like Henry Jekyll's, but it was small and thick, with a growth of hair like Edward Hyde's. I rushed to the mirror, and what I saw turned my blood to ice. Yes, I had gone to bed Henry Jekyll and awakened Edward Hyde! A feeling of terror rose within me, but I told myself to be patient. I got dressed and went to the laboratory. I drank my mixture and came out to breakfast ten minutes later as Henry Jekyll. I began to think more seriously about my double life. It seemed that the body of Edward Hyde had lately grown taller and stronger. There was no limp or sign of weakness. The bad part of me seemed to be taking over. Once, in my early experiments, the drug had failed. Since then, I had been forced to take twice the amount of drugs to throw off Henry Jekyll. Now it was Hyde that I could not be rid of. I was slowly losing hold of my better side. I was becoming my second and worse self. Between these two sides, I now felt I had to choose. To choose Jekyll meant that I would have to give up all those habits I secretly enjoyed. To choose Hyde would mean giving up my work and friends, and becoming a hated man. I decided in favour of Jekyll. I would say goodbye to the freedom and secret enjoyments of Hyde. How honest I was in this choice I do not know. I did not give up Hyde's house or throw away the drugs. And Hyde's clothes lay ready in my closet. But for the next two months, my life improved. I worked hard and enjoyed the company of my friends. It was only gradually that I began to feel Hyde inside me calling for freedom. Then, one night, in a moment of weakness, I again drank the mixture. The evil that had been locked up for so long came out raging. The first person I met on the street woke the bad spirit in me. The man did nothing to spark my anger, yet I took delight in every blow I struck. My want of evil satisfied, I ran to my other house and destroyed my papers. I walked out into the lamplit streets for the last time as Edward Hyde. I happily thought of the killing I had just done. I even thought of killing again. Finally, as Hyde, and with a song upon my lips, I drank the mixture. A few minutes later I was Henry Jekyll with tears streaming down my face. I fell upon my knees and begged God to forgive me. After the killing of Carew, my problem had been solved for me. I no longer had to choose between Jekyll and Hyde. Hyde was impossible now; whether I wanted him or not. I had to live as my better side would choose. This thought made me happy and I welcomed the limits of a natural life. I locked the back door by which I had so often gone and come, and ground the key under my heel. I knew, as Henry Jekyll, that I must defend myself and others against the horror of Mr. Hyde. I decided I would make up for the past. In the future, I would use my skill as a scientist only to help others. You, yourself, Utterson must remember that time. I worked very hard. I helped the poor and went to church. But most of all, I enjoyed the company of my friends. In everyone's view, I was a new man. Even you did not seem to worry about me or the mysterious will anymore. In those few months, I did become a happy man. Nothing could persuade me that Mr. Hyde would ever appear again. I had not yet learned that my fall to wickedness had destroyed my better side forever. The fact was, that the strength that my wicked side had gained during the time of my experiment, was still there. The morning that I awoke as Hyde should have told me that. But I chose not to think that way. Slowly but surely, I began to hear Mr. Hyde within me, growling for freedom. It was not that I dreamed of bringing back Mr. Hyde. It was in my own person that I was once more eager to fool with my conscience. As a regular, secret sinner, I fell before this inner cry. One fine, clear day in January I was taking a walk in the park. Enjoying the cool weather, I took long strides and deep breaths. The park was full of noises. I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal inside me stirring with old thoughts. I began to think that I was like my neighbours after all. Perhaps I was even a bit better. All my deeds seemed more than enough to set me right with the world. The good deeds of others seemed small next to mine. At that very moment, a terrible, sick feeling came over me. Soon I was aware that there was a change in my thoughts. I looked down and saw that my clothes hung very loosely on my body. The hand that rested on my knee was hairy and thick. I was once more Edward Hyde. A moment before, I was a man of honour in all people's view. Now I was a hated man, hunted, a known killer. As Dr. Jekyll, I might have fallen apart at this moment, but as my second self, I was able to think more sharply. My drugs were in the laboratory; how was I to reach them? I had closed the laboratory door. If I entered through the house, my servants would call the police at the sight of a killer. Then how would I defend myself I knew that I must get the drugs by getting help from another. I thought of Dr. Lanyon. But how could such a horrible creature persuade a famous scientist to do such a thing? Suddenly, I remembered that a part of Dr. Jekyll still remained in me. I could write a letter to Lanyon in Dr. Jekyll's hand. The way that I had to follow became clear. I now knew how to save myself. I jumped up from the bench, and, taking long strides, I quickly ran to put my plan into action. I arranged my clothes as best I could and stopped a passing carriage. I drove to a hotel on Portland Street, the name of which I don't remember. Even though my ill-fitting clothes covered a horrible fate, my appearance was funny enough. The driver could hardly control his laughter. I growled at the man, and the smile vanished from his face. This happened just in time, for in another minute I would have dragged him down from his seat. At the inn, I looked around with such a cruel grin on my face that everyone fell silent and trembled. They took my orders, led me to a private room, and brought me what I needed to write. Now Hyde, with his life in danger, was a new creature to me. He was even more angry and mean than before. He longed to cause pain to others. Yet the creature mastered his anger, and wrote his two important letters, one to Lanyon and one to Poole. Hyde waited in that room all day. He stayed by the fire trying to let the warm temperature remove some of the cold from his bones. But the cold was caused by fear and hate; not by the low temperature outside. Soon, a servant came with dinner. The boy looked at Hyde with curiosity, then fled the room in terror. When night fell, he drove in a carriage up and down the London streets. (I call him he, I cannot say I. That child of evil had nothing human in him.) At last, he sent the carriage on its way and set out on foot through the dark streets. Beggars had to squat in doorways to sleep. On one comer, a blind man was playing a flute. As Hyde passed, the man put down his flute to listen, for even a blind man could sense the wickedness. When I came to myself at Lanyon's, the horror that I saw on my old friend's face affected me somewhat. It is with sickness that I look back on those hours and Lanyon's words. A change had come over me. It was no longer the fear of the police, it was the horror of being Hyde that shook me. It was partly in a dream that I came home and got into my own bed. When I awoke in the morning, I still hated and feared the thought of the creature that slept inside me. But I was near my drugs and thankful I had escaped. After breakfast, as I was walking across the yard, I was again taken over by the pains that signaled the change. I had time to reach the shelter of the laboratory before I was once more raging with the wickedness of Hyde. It took double the amount of drugs to become myself. Then, just six hours later, the pains returned and the drug had to be taken again. From that day on, it was only with great struggles, and more and more of the drugs, that I could wear the person of Henry Jekyll. As time passed, if I slept or even napped for a moment, it was always as Hyde that I awoke. I became a creature eaten by fear, and weak with sickness. At times I could barely pronounce a word. Then I would find myself squatting in a comer unable to breathe. The powers of Hyde seemed to have grown with Jekyll's sickness. And the hate that now divided them was equal on each side. My curiosity about Hyde vanished. Now I truly saw the creature's wickedness. I was shocked to know that this horror was closer to me than a wife, closer than an eye, for it was part of my very skin. But the hate of Hyde for me was different. Hyde's fear of the police made him return to his lower position as a part of me. He hated having to depend on the doctor, and he was angered at being disliked. He got back at me by playing tricks. He would make me pronounce bad words that I would never say. He would rip pages from my favorite books. He even destroyed the picture of my father. If it had not been for his fear of death, he would have ruined himself long ago, in order to ruin me. No one has ever suffered such horrors. My pain might have gone on for years, but as it happened, my drug mixture began to run low. I sent out for a fresh supply, but when I drank it, nothing happened. You will learn from Poole how I had London searched for a cleaner form of the drug. I now believe that it was my first supply that was not clean. It was this mysterious part that gave the drug its strength. About a week has passed and I am now finishing this letter under the power of the last of my drugs. This is the last time that Henry Jekyll can think his own thoughts and see his own face. I must not wait too long to bring my letter to an end, for if a change takes place, Hyde will tear it to pieces. Indeed the end is closing in on us both. Soon I shall again and forever be that hated creature. Will Hyde die by hanging? Or will he find the courage to kill himself at the last moment? Here then, as I lay down my pen and seal up this letter, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

Part 7  Lanyon's Letter

What does Dr. Lanyon think of Dr. Jekyll?

Notes

Why was Dr. Layon so horrified?

Red Liquid

He regretted ever helping Hyde.

Answer?

All of these

Answer?

He saw that Jekyll was evil. 

Who helps Lanyon get the drugs?

He saw that he also had an evil part inside of him.

White Salts

He saw that Hyde was evil. 

Back to Lanyon’s letter

What was in the drawer?

That the good side fell asleep.

Which of the following was not a characteristic of Edward Hyde?

Went to church.

Mark of hardness on his face.

Back to Jekyll’s letter

Stronger, Taller no longer limps

What did Jekyll do to make up for his actions?

That Hyde is hiding things.

Small

Enjoyed the company of his friends

Stronger, Taller, Limps

Taller, stronger, meaner

That Hyde should no longer take the drug.

All three of these things.

What happens when Jekyll gives in to the temptation of being Hyde?

What does the fact that one morning Jekyll woke up as Hyde without taking the drug prove?

What three changes to Hyde’s body tell Jekyll that he is losing control?

Ugly teeth.

Answer?

That the bad side is becoming stronger.

Helped the poor.

Stronger, taller, uglier

Has a limp.

He panics

Answer?

There was no heating

Why can’t Hyde get to his drugs?

Becomes completely mad and angry.

It was the fear and hate

Answer?

Who does he call on to help him?

What does the blind beggar sense as Hyde goes by?

He falls apart.

He is a wanted killer.

Didn't have his coat

His servants will call the police

He no longer has the key to the backdoor of the lab.

All of the preceding statements.

He thinks clearly. 

It was winter

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How did Hyde react after changing in the park?

Why was Hyde so cold while waiting at the inn for night?

Losing all his friends

He doesn’t have an old supply.

Answer?

The new drug doesn’t work, what made the old version work? It was...

What happens to Hyde at the end of the story?

Answer?

How much of the drug must he now take to stay Jekyll?

Changing into Hyde

He can’t reproduce the old formula if he doesn’t know what was in it.

Why is unfortunate for Jekyll that the old drug is impure?

Killing Carew

He can’t reproduce the old formula without buying the impurity. 

The old supply cost much more. 

The horror of being Hyde forever

After the episode with Dr. Lanyon, what has shaken Dr. Jekyll the most?

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Part 8  Jekyll’s Letter

Bravo my dear Utterson you have finally solved the tragic mystery of what happened to your friend Henry Jekyll. I know that you are sad but he is better off dead than having to live as that evil Edward Hyde. Click on the button to get your overall score for the game.

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Welcome, to the Strange tale of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde In the game you will be Mr. Utterson, one of the main characters. You are Dr. Jekyll’s main friend as well as being his lawyer. You will live the mystery as seen through Utterson’s eyes. Here are a couple of hints to make the game easier. Never use « Enter » always use the « Submit » button to validate your answers. Enter will only change lines.  Always erase the word « Answer?» completely and put your answer. If you do not you’ll get a wrong answer. The answers use lower case letters except for names which use capital letters. ALL the answers are in the story texts. At the end of the game you can check your score.  Good luck

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My name is Mr. Utterson, and I am a lawyer. I lead a quiet life. I like quiet dinners and walks. Most of all, I like walking through London with my friend Mr. Enfield. On one of these walks, our way led us down a back street in a busy part of London.The street was small and quiet now, but its shops did a  a lot business on the weekdays. All the shop fronts were pleasant and nice.  People in the street nodded in greeting to us.Further along the street, we came upon a strange building. It was very different from the others. It was the dark and had no windows, only an old, worn door.Mr. Enfield stopped, lifted up his cane, and pointed. "Did you ever take notice of that door?" he asked me. I nodded that I had. Mr. Enfield was quiet for a minute, then spoke again. "That property brings to mind a very unusual story.""Indeed? "  I  asked. "And what is that?""Well, it was this way," returned Mr. Enfield: "One late night I was walking down this very street. The street was empty. The air had turnedcold. A few poor people were rubbing their hands over a small fire. All at once, I saw two figures. A little man was walking eastward, and a small girl was running down a cross street. At the corner, the two ran into one another.""The man walked calmly over the child's fallen body and left her screaming on the ground. He was a terrible being, not like a man at all.""I took to my heels, caught the man and brought him back to where an angry crowd had gathered. He was perfectly calm and did not struggle, but he gave me such a awful look that I began to sweat, Then, as if the whole business did not interest him, he put his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn.""Soon, the doctor arrived. We were glad to hear that the child was more scared than hurt. But that was not the end of it. We all wanted to kill that man. Since killing was out of the question, we did the next best thing. We told him that we would spread this story throughout London. He would certainly  lose any friends he had. All this time we were trying to keep the angry women from him; they would have torn him apart.""The man's face broke into an ugly, twisted smile. One could see that his heart was dark and cold. 'If you want to make something of this accident,' he said, 'I am helpless. Any gentleman wishes to avoid such a scene,' says he. 'Name your price.' ""We got him up to one hundred pounds for the child's family. The next thing was to collect the money. And where do you think he took us, but to that very building!" Mr. Enfield was again pointing at the dreadful property."The man whipped out a key and seemed to vanish through that old door. Then he returned with a check. But the check was signed with the name of a well known person that I will not say."My eyebrows rose with interest. "I pointed out to the man that, in real life, a person does not just vanish into a deserted building late at night and return with another man's check." Mr. Enfield paused. "But he just yawned again and sneered. 'I will stay with you till the banks open and cash the check myself,' he said."The next day, we all went to the bank. I gave in the check and, sure enough, it was good.""There was something so horrifying about that man, I still can’t say what it was. Yet a fine person had signed the check. It was a friend of yours. I think this man may know something bad about your friend. And perhaps he is blackmailing him. "Do you have any more information about that building?" I asked."No, but it does not seem to be a house," continued Mr. Enfield. "Anyway, I have made up my mind to ask nothing more. It may make things worse.""I agree," I said. "But there's one point I want to ask: I want the name of the man who walked over the child."Mr. Enfield paused. "It was a man by the name of Hyde.""The fact is,"  I continued, " I know the name of the man who signed the check, and I think we have already spoken too much. Let's agree to never speak of this again."The we shook hands on our bargain.

That night, I could not enjoy my meal for I was very worried about my friend Dr. Jekyll. Mr. Enfield's tale of the strange building made me suspect that the doctor was in deep trouble. After dinner, I took up a candle and went into my office. From a safe, I took a sealed envelope that said Dr. Jekyll's Will. Opening it, I frowned. Dr. Jekyll had left everything to his partner, Mr. Hyde. I remembered how I had refused to give the any help to Jekyll in the making of the will. Now that it was made, though, I took charge of it. I had been angered by my lack of knowledge about Mr. Hyde. Now it was what I knew about Hyde that bothered me even more. I thought the will was madness and had warned Jekyll against it. But after hearing Mr. Enfield's horrible tale, I began to fear that it was more than madness. "I must get to the bottom of this!" as I  put on my coat and went out into the icy London night. I headed in the direction of Cavendish Square, where my friend the great Dr. Lanyon had his home. Dr. Lanyon was also an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's. "If anyone knows more about this curious matter, it will be Lanyon,"I thought. Dr. Lanyon was a handsome man with a beaming smile. He greeted me in warmly. We were old friends who enjoyed each other's company. After a drink and some pleasant talk, I led to the subject that weighed heavily upon my mind. "I suppose, Lanyon," I said "you and I must be the two oldest friends that Henry Jekyll has." Dr. Lanyon's face took on a curious appearance. "Yes, I suppose we are. And what of it? I see little of him now." "Indeed"  I said. "I thought you worked together." "We did," answered Lanyon. "But it is more than ten years since Henry Jekyll has become too mad for me. He began to go wrong, wrong in his head." Dr. Lanyon shook his head. "Such nonsense in these modern days." I decided to ask the question I had come to put. "Did you ever come across a partner of Jekyll's, one Hyde?" "Hyde"" repeated Dr. Lanyon. "No. Never heard of him." So I went home with no questions answered. But the things that the lawyer suspected came to me that night as nightmares. I awoke in terror. I was more curious and angry than ever about Mr. Hyde, who I had never seen. Each morning and night I stood watch by the strange building where Mr. Enfield had seen Hyde. "If he be Mr. Hyde, then I will be Mr. Seek," I said to myself. At last my patience was rewarded late one night. Terror seized the my heart as I saw a small humped figure approach. The man stopped at the door and took out a key. I stepped out and touched the man on the shoulder. "Mr. Hyde?" I asked. The man's lips curled and he answered coolly, "That is my name. What do you want?" "I am Mr. Utterson, the lawyer, an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's. I thought it well that we meet." "Yes," said Mr. Hyde. "It is fitting that you have my address." As he handed me an address in a poor part of London, the we stared at each other for a few seconds "Good lord!" I thought, "can he, too, have been thinking about the will?" "How did you know me?" questioned Hyde. "From Dr. Jekyll," I answered quickly. "Jekyll would never tell about me", snapped Hyde as he vanished through the dark door. I stood for a moment. I felt that there was something not quite human about the strange man. Then I turned the corner from the back street and knocked on the door to a clean, modern house. A well dressed, older servant opened the door. "Is Dr. Jekyll at home, Poole?"  I asked. Poole admitted me and went to check. He returned shortly with the news that Dr. Jekyll had gone out. "I saw Mr. Hyde go in by the old laboratory door, Poole," I said. "Is that right when Dr. Jekyll is not at home?" "Quite right," said Poole, "Mr. Hyde has a key and we all have orders to obey him." I went home with a heavy heart. "Poor Henry Jekyll," I thought, "I know he was foolish when he was young, therefore, the ghost of some past act must have come back to him as Mr. Hyde." Then I had an idea. "I'm sure Mr. Hyde must have secrets of his own that would make Jekyll's look small. Something must be done. I must help Jekyll, if only he will let me." And once again, I saw the words of the strange will come into my mind.

A week later, Dr. Jekyll gave one of his pleasant dinners for five or six old friends. I stayed on after the others had left. We went into the study where we sat beside a blazing fire.Dr. Jekyll was a tall, handsome man of fifty years. He had a pleasing smile and kind eyes showed that he was quite comfortable, and glad to be with his old friend."I have been wanting to speak with you, Jekyll," I began. "You know that will of yours?"A stern look crossed Jekyll's face for a moment. Smiling again, he said, "My poor Utterson, I never saw a man as worried as you about my will; unless it is that know it all Lanyon about my scientific studies. Oh, I know he's a good fellow, but he's always finding fault with my work.""Well,"  I continued, "I have been learning a few things about Mr. Hyde. And what I heard was awful."Jekyll's face went pale. "I do not care to hear more," he said. "I thought we agreed to drop this. You do not understand. This matter is a very strange one." The doctor paused and looked into the fire. Then he began to mutter to himself. "It cannot be helped by talking.""Jekyll," I said , "you know I am a man to be trusted. Come clean with this matter and I will help you.""Utterson," said the doctor, "this is very good of you. But it isn't as bad as you think. The moment I choose, I can be rid of Hyde. Why, I can make him disappear like a magician waving a magic wand."I thought for a while. "I guess you are right," I said, at last, getting to my feet."One more thing," continued the doctor. "I really do take great interest in poor Hyde. I want you to promise to carry out the will in his favour should something happen to me.""I can't say that I will ever like Hyde," I said, sighing. "But, well ok, I promise."Nearly a year later, in the month of October, London was startled by the cruel killing of a highly respected citizen.A maid saw the awful crime. One night, while sitting by her window, she noticed a handsome gentleman walking down the lane. Another small man was approaching from the other direction. As the two came closer, she saw that the small man was Mr. Hyde. He had once visited her master and she did not like him. As the men talked, Mr. Hyde began fiddling with his heavy cane. Then, all of a sudden, he broke out in a great burst of anger. Stomping his feet, he swung the cane and hammered the man to the ground.The night was filled with the sound of breaking bones as Mr. Hyde continued to beat the poor man, who lay groaning in the street. At the horror of these sights and sounds, the maid fainted.When the woman awoke, she called the police. Next to the body they found half of the cane, which had broken under the weight of such heavy blows. On the body, there was a sealed, stamped envelope, bearing the name of Mr. Utterson.The letter was brought to me early the next morning. I dressed quickly and took a carriage to the morgue to look at the dead man. I went into the cold, gray room and glanced quickly at the beaten body."Yes," I said, "I know him. I am sorry to say that this is Sir Danvers Carew.""Good lord, sir!" exclaimed the officer. "Perhaps you can help us find the killer." He told me what had happened and showed me the broken cane.My eyes widened. Broken and ragged as it was, I recognized the cane as one that I himself had given to Henry Jekyll many years before.I thought for a moment. "If you will come with me, I will take you to his lodgings." We went to the address that Hyde had given me. The street was dark and dirty. Ragged children were begging in the street, and people were staggering into the local pub for a morning drink.A wicked looking old woman answered the door."Scotland Yard," said the officer. "We wish to see Mr. Hyde's rooms."One could see the woman was happy to hear this. "Ah," she muttered, "he is in trouble."We found Hyde's place torn apart. Clothes were thrown about, and coins were scattered on the floor. Some papers had been burned. From the ashes, the officer pulled part of a check book. The other half of the cane was found behind the door.The officer was thrilled. "Hyde is in our hands now!" he shouted. "He has money in the bank. All we must do is wait for him to cash a check!"But this was not to happen. And I remembered Jekyll's words. "Perhaps," I thought, "the magician had waved his magic wand."

It was late in the afternoon when I found his way to Dr. Jekyll's door. I was let in by Poole, the butler, and led across a yard to the laboratory. It was the first time I had been in that part of the doctor's house, so I looked at everything with great interest.The laboratory was a dark building with no windows. Glass jars sat on tables, and dozens of boxes and papers lay about the floor. Behind the tables, narrow stairs led to a room which Dr. Jekyll used as an office. It was to this room that Poole brought me.A fire burned in the fireplace. Close to the warmth sat Dr. Jekyll, looking deathly sick. He did not rise to greet his visitor, but held out a cold hand and welcomed him in a changed voice."Have you heard about the killing?" I asked.The doctor shivered. "They were shouting the news in the street," he said."One word," I said. "Carew was my friend, but so are you, and I want you to know what I am doing. Are you responsible for hiding this fellow?"The doctor raised his hands as if to cover his face."Utterson, I promise you," cried Jekyll, "I give you my word that I am done with him in this world. He is safe and will never be heard of again."I was not happy. He did not like his friend's nervous manner."For your sake I hope you are right," I said. "if it came to trial, it might be necessary to bring up your name.""I cannot tell you how I know this, but I am sure he will never return," said Jekyll. "There is one thing I would like to ask you, Utterson. I have received a letter from Hyde and I don't know if I should show it to the police. I should like to leave it in your hands and have you decide.""Well then," I said, "let's have a look at it."The letter was signed by Edward Hyde. It said that he was grateful  for all Dr. Jekyll's help. But it would no longer be necessary for the doctor to worry about him. He had a way to escape and would bother no one again.I sighed with relief. "Have you the envelope?" I asked."No," answered Jekyll quickly. "I burned it. Anyway, it had no mark from the post office since it was brought by hand."One thing more," I said, "Hyde was responsible for making you write that will, wasn't he?"The doctor grew more pale and nervous. He covered his face with his hands and nodded."Well, you have had a fine escape," I continued. "I'm sure Hyde wanted to kill you and collect the money.""Oh, more than that," moaned Jekyll, "I have learned something which I shall never forget."On his way out, I stopped to exchange a word with Poole."By the way, Poole," I said. "A letter was delivered by hand today. Who brought it?"But Poole was sure that nothing had come except by mail; "and only flyers by that," he added.This news raised my fears. The letter must have come by the laboratory door, or maybe it had been written in the house. The matter should now be looked upon and handled with great care.That night, the fog rolled over the streets and wrapped the city in silence. I and Mr. Guest sat in the my study enjoying some wine. Mr. Guest had worked for me for many years and was a great student of handwriting. Perhaps I would ask him to look at the letter."It was too bad about Sir Danvers Carew," said Guest."Yes," I answered. "I should like your opinion on that. I have a letter in the killer's handwriting. It is such a chore to be responsible for deciding what to do with it."I handed Guest the letter. Guest's eyes grew bright as he studied it with great interest."No, sir," he said. "He's not mad, but it is a strange hand."Just then, a servant entered with a note from Dr. Jekyll. "Ah," I said, "Jekyll is inviting me to dinner."Mr. Guest was familiar with Dr. Jekyll's handwriting after his many years of service to I. "Could I see the note?" asked Guest.He put the papers next to each other and looked at them closely. "The two hands are equal in many points; only differently sloped," he decided.We exchanged silent glances."I would not speak of this note, you know," I said."No, sir," said the clerk in an equally serious voice.That night, I locked the note in my safe."What!" I thought, "Henry Jekyll sign for a killer!" And my blood ran cold.

Thousands of pounds were offered in reward for Mr. Hyde. But Hyde had disappeared as if he had never lived. Terrible stories were told about him. He had stolen, had often been in fights, and had been cruel to everyone.But a new life began for Dr. Jekyll. He took great delight in being with his friends. He gave to the poor and was often seen at church. His face seemed to open and brighten, and there was a gleam in his eyes. For more than two months, the doctor was at peace.I saw Dr. Jekyll almost every day. Then, one afternoon in January, the door was shut against me. Poole told me that the doctor was not receiving guests.The days that followed brought the same message to me. This curious news was a heavy weight on my  spirits. Two nights later, I went to see Dr. Lanyon.I was startled to see the change that had come over my friend. Lanyon had death written on his face. He had grown pale and thin. What frightened the lawyer was not these outward signs, but the look in Lanyon's eyes and the way he behaved. It was a manner that seemed to show some deep terror of the mind."My dear Utterson," said Doctor Lanyon in a trembling voice, "I have been scared by something which I shall never get over. It is a question of time before I die.""Jekyll is sick too," I added. "Have you seen him?"A sudden change came over the doctor's face and it was clear from his voice that he was becoming more upset. "I never want to hear about Henry Jekyll again. I think of him as already dead." The doctor shook his head and continued, "I can tell you nothing now, but after I am dead you will learn the right and wrong of this." As soon as I got home, I sat down and wrote a letter to Dr. Jekyll. I complained about not being admitted to Jekyll's house, and asked the reason for the break with Dr. Lanyon.The next day an answer arrived. In his letter, Dr. Jekyll said that Lanyon was a good friend, but he was right; they should not see each other again."I mean to live a life alone," Jekyll wrote. "You must not question my friendship, even if my door is closed to you. I have brought something on myself for which I must pay the rest of my life. You can do one thing for me, my dear friend, and that is to respect my wish."I was very upset by this letter. It did not seem to make sense. Hyde was gone, and only a week ago Jekyll had been a happy man. Now, in a moment, friendship and peace of mind seemed to have been stolen from Jekyll by some force.Two weeks later, Dr. Lanyon was dead. He left an envelope addressed to G.J. UTTERSON, ALONE and marked PRIVATE. Inside this envelope, I found another which read, NOT TO BE OPENED UNTIL THE DEATH OR DISAPPEARANCE OF DR. JEKYLL. I almost opened the letter, but my respect for my dead friend stopped me from doing so. Rather, I locked it safely away in my safe.From that day on, I became unsettled, and fearful of Dr. Jekyll. I still paid my regular visits, but now I was glad to be turned away. I would rather have remained in the bright sunlight talking with Poole, than to have gone into the dark silent house.Poole never had good news. Jekyll stayed alone in the laboratory and sometimes even slept there. I was so upset by these reports, that I visited the doctor's house less and less.It chanced one Sunday, when I and Mr. Enfield were taking our regular walk, that we happened down the same back street. We passed houses with shiny tiles, and shops with counters full of goods. Then we came upon the strange door. The building looked darker than ever, and some of its tiles were broken."Well," said Mr. Enfield, "that story's at an end. We shall never see more of Mr. Hyde. By the way," Enfield continued, "you must think me stupid not to have known this was a back way to Dr. Jekyll's.""So you know this," I answered. "In that case, let's step into the yard."From one of the windows that looked down on the yard, I saw Dr. Jekyll."Jekyll! Jekyll!" I called, "I hope you are better."Jekyll nodded sadly and spoke a few short words. Suddenly a look of such terror crossed his face, that it froze our hearts. The window was shut with a bang, and Jekyll was seen no more.Enfield and I left in silence. We were glad to reach the main part of the street where there were people standing around. We were both pale and there was horror in our eyes at what we had seen.

I was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner, when I was surprised to receive a visit from Poole."Dear me, Poole, what brings you here?" I cried.Poole looked gloomy He stood with his shoulders bent and his head hung low,"What's wrong with you?" I asked."I am very worried about Dr. Jekyll," said the butler. "He is shut up again in the laboratory and I don't like it, sir. I think there's something wrong. Will you come with me and see for yourself"My only answer was to rise and get my hat and coat. A look of relief appeared on Poole's face.It was a cold, gloomy night in March. Dark clouds raced across the moon as the wind began to blow. I shivered. I wondered what horror I might find at Dr. Jekyll's. When we entered the house, Poole reached for a candle. Meanwhile, all the servants had gathered around the fire in fear. "Now, sir," said Poole, "you come as softly as you can."Once we reached the laboratory, Poole told me to stand to one side and listen while he knocked on the office door.« Utterson is asking to see you sir," he called.A voice moaned from behind the closed door. "Tell him I cannot see anyone," it said.Taking up his candle, Poole led me back across the yard to the kitchen."Sir", said Poole, "was that my master's voice?"I shook my head. "It seems changed," I replied."Yes." whispered Poole. "What I really think is that Dr. Jekyll has been killed! It was a week ago when I heard him crying out to God. The person who killed him is in there now.""This is a rather wild tale, Poole," said I."Well there's something stranger yet," said Poole. "Whoever is in there cries out in a rage for some kind of drug. Everyday I find a note by the door sending me to the chemist's. Shortly after I return with the drug, there is another note telling me to bring it back because it is not right."Poole showed I one of the wrinkled notes."One day," continued Poole, "I suddenly came upon the creature! He must have slipped out to look for this drug among the boxes in the laboratory. He saw me and gave out a cry as he ran back to the office. I saw him for only a moment, but it made my hair stand on end; he was so ugly. That thing was not Dr. Jekyll.""Well then," I said, "it is my duty to break down the door! One last thing, Poole, was this creature Mr. Hyde?"Poole scratched his head. "Well, sir, he was so humped over and ran so fast, but I admit, I’m sure it was!"Poole found an ax among the boxes and picked it up firmly. Meanwhile, I was listening to the footsteps in the office."It walks by day and night, sir," said Poole. "I've even heard it weep.""Jekyll," I cried, "I want to see you!""Utterson," answered a weak, shallow voice, "have pity.""Ah, that's not Jekyll's voice, it's Hyde's," I cried. « Take down the door! "Poole gripped the ax and swung it over his shoulder. The blow shook the building, and a screech came from behind the door. The laboratory door was as thick and solid so up went the ax, again and again, until the door fell in.Inside the room, lay the twisted body of a man on the floor. We turned it over on its back and saw the wrinkled face of Edward Hyde, From the crushed test tube in its hand, and the strong smell of chemicals in the room, I knew I was looking at the body of one who had taken his own life. We searched the house for Dr. Jekyll, but he was nowhere to be found.Shallow pools of drugs dotted one table in the office. Poole knew the drug as the one he had been sent to find. While looking through the papers on Jekyll's desk, I found a will with the same wording as the one to which I had objected. To my great surprise, I, not Mr. Hyde, was named beneficiary of Jekyll's property."I do not understand," I said. "Hyde was here all these days. It must have made him mad to see my name instead of his. Yet he didn't burn it?"There was a note written in Dr. Jekyll's hand and dated that very day."Oh, Poole!" I exclaimed, "Jekyll was alive today. He must still be alive!"I brought the paper to my eyes and read: My dear Utterson, when this falls into your hands I shall be gone. Read the letter Lanyon left you. Then read the contents of the next envelope. Henry Jekyll."I must go home and read this," I said. "Now we shall know the truth."