The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson Read Free Book Online Page B

not deceived! There is my explanation; it is sad
enough, Poole, ay, and appalling to consider; but it is plain and
natural, hangs well together, and delivers us from all exorbitant
alarms."
    "Sir," said the butler, turning to a sort of mottled pallor,
"that thing was not my master, and there's the truth. My
master"—here he looked round him and began to whisper—"is a
tall, fine build of a man, and this was more of a dwarf."
Utterson attempted to protest. "O, sir," cried Poole, "do you
think I do not know my master after twenty years? Do you think I
do not know where his head comes to in the cabinet door, where I
saw him every morning of my life? No, sir, that thing in the mask
was never Dr. Jekyll—God knows what it was, but it was never
Dr. Jekyll; and it is the belief of my heart that there was murder
done."
    "Poole," replied the lawyer, "if you say that, it will become
my duty to make certain. Much as I desire to spare your master's
feelings, much as I am puzzled by this note which seems to prove
him to be still alive, I shall consider it my duty to break in
that door."
    "Ah, Mr. Utterson, that's talking!" cried the butler.
    "And now comes the second question," resumed Utterson: "Who
is going to do it?"
    "Why, you and me, sir," was the undaunted reply.
    "That's very well said," returned the lawyer; "and whatever
comes of it, I shall make it my business to see you are no loser."
    "There is an axe in the theatre," continued Poole; "and you
might take the kitchen poker for yourself."
    The lawyer took that rude but weighty instrument into his
hand, and balanced it. "Do you know, Poole," he said, looking up,
"that you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of
some peril?"
    "You may say so, sir, indeed," returned the butler.
    "It is well, then that we should be frank," said the other.
"We both think more than we have said; let us make a clean breast.
This masked figure that you saw, did you recognise it?"
    "Well, sir, it went so quick, and the creature was so doubled
up, that I could hardly swear to that," was the answer. "But if
you mean, was it Mr. Hyde?—why, yes, I think it was! 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. Hyde?"
    "Yes," said the lawyer, "I once spoke with him."
    "Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there was
something queer about that gentleman—something that gave a man
a turn—I don't know rightly how to say it, sir, beyond this:
that you felt in your marrow kind of cold and thin."
    "I own I felt something of what you describe," said Mr.
Utterson.
    "Quite so, sir," returned Poole. "Well, when that masked
thing like a monkey jumped from among the chemicals and whipped
into the cabinet, it went down my spine like ice. 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.
Hyde!"
    "Ay, ay," said the lawyer. "My fears incline to the same
point. 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."
    The footman came at the summons, very white and nervous.
    "Put yourself together, Bradshaw," said the lawyer. "This
suspense, I know, is telling upon all of you; but it is now our
intention to make an end of it. 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