Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
Incident of the Letter
Hedidnotrisetomeethisvisitor,butheldoutacoldhandandbadehimwelcomeinachangedvoice.
“Andnow,”saidMr.Utterson,assoonasPoolehadleftthem,“youhaveheardthenews?”
Thedoctorshuddered. “Theywerecryingitinthesquare,”hesaid.“Iheardtheminmydining-room.”
“Oneword,”saidthelawyer.“Carewwasmyclient,butsoareyou,andIwanttoknowwhatIamdoing. Youhavenotbeenmadenoughtohidethisfellow?”
“Utterson,IsweartoGod,”criedthedoctor,“IsweartoGodIwillneverseteyesonhimagain. IbindmyhonourtoyouthatIamdonewithhiminthisworld.Itisallatanend. Andindeedhedoesnotwantmyhelp;youdonotknowhimasIdo;heissafe,heisquitesafe;markmywords,hewillnevermorebeheardof.”
Thelawyerlistenedgloomily;hedidnotlikehisfriend’sfeverishmanner. “Youseemprettysureofhim,”saidhe;“andforyoursake,Ihopeyoumayberight. Ifitcametoatrial,yournamemightappear.”
“Iamquitesureofhim,”repliedJekyll;“IhavegroundsforcertaintythatIcannotsharewithanyone. Butthereisonethingonwhichyoumayadviseme. Ihave—Ihavereceivedaletter;andIamatalosswhetherIshouldshowittothepolice. Ishouldliketoleaveitinyourhands,Utterson;youwouldjudgewisely,Iamsure;Ihavesogreatatrustinyou.”
