Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
Search for Mr. Hyde
Buthemadestraightforthedoor,crossingtheroadwaytosavetime;andashecame,hedrewakeyfromhispocketlikeoneapproachinghome.
Mr.Uttersonsteppedoutandtouchedhimontheshoulderashepassed. “Mr.Hyde,Ithink?”
Mr.Hydeshrankbackwithahissingintakeofthebreath. Buthisfearwasonlymomentary;andthoughhedidnotlookthelawyerintheface,heansweredcoollyenough: “Thatismyname.Whatdoyouwant?”
“Iseeyouaregoingin,”returnedthelawyer. “IamanoldfriendofDr.Jekyll’s—Mr.UttersonofGauntStreet—youmusthaveheardmyname;andmeetingyousoconveniently,Ithoughtyoumightadmitme.”
“YouwillnotfindDr.Jekyll;heisfromhome,”repliedMr.Hyde,blowinginthekey.Andthensuddenly,butstillwithoutlookingup, “Howdidyouknowme?”heasked.
“Onyourside,”saidMr.Utterson,“willyoudomeafavour?”
“Withpleasure,”repliedtheother.“Whatshallitbe?”
“Willyouletmeseeyourface?”askedthelawyer.
Mr.Hydeappearedtohesitate,andthen,asifuponsomesuddenreflection,frontedaboutwithanairofdefiance;andthepairstaredateachotherprettyfixedlyforafewseconds. “NowIshallknowyouagain,”saidMr.Utterson.“Itmaybeuseful.”
“Yes,”returnedMr.Hyde,“itisaswellwehave,met;andapropos,youshouldhavemyaddress.”AndhegaveanumberofastreetinSoho.
