Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Carew Murder Case
“Particularlysmallandparticularlywicked-looking,iswhatthemaidcallshim,”saidtheofficer.
Mr.Uttersonreflected;andthen,raisinghishead, “Ifyouwillcomewithmeinmycab,”hesaid,“IthinkIcantakeyoutohishouse.”
Itwasbythistimeaboutnineinthemorning,andthefirstfogoftheseason. Agreatchocolate-colouredpallloweredoverheaven,butthewindwascontinuallychargingandroutingtheseembattledvapours;sothatasthecabcrawledfromstreettostreet,Mr.Uttersonbeheldamarvellousnumberofdegreesandhuesoftwilight; forhereitwouldbedarkliketheback-endofevening;andtherewouldbeaglowofarich,luridbrown,likethelightofsomestrangeconflagration; andhere,foramoment,thefogwouldbequitebrokenup,andahaggardshaftofdaylightwouldglanceinbetweentheswirlingwreaths. ThedismalquarterofSohoseenunderthesechangingglimpses,withitsmuddyways,andslatternlypassengers,anditslamps,whichhadneverbeenextinguishedorhadbeenkindledafreshtocombatthismournfulre-invasionofdarkness,seemed,inthelawyer’seyes,likeadistrictofsomecityinanightmare. Thethoughtsofhismind,besides,wereofthegloomiestdye; andwhenheglancedatthecompanionofhisdrive,hewasconsciousofsometouchofthatterrorofthelawandthelaw’sofficers,whichmayattimesassailthemosthonest.
