Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

           “Andnowcomesthesecondquestion,”resumedUtterson: “Whoisgoingtodoit?” 

           “Why,youandme,”wastheundauntedreply. 

           “That’sverywellsaid,”returnedthelawyer;“andwhatevercomesofit,Ishallmakeitmybusinesstoseeyouarenoloser.” 

           “Thereisanaxeinthetheatre,”continuedPoole;“andyoumighttakethekitchenpokerforyourself.” 

           Thelawyertookthatrudebutweightyinstrumentintohishand,andbalancedit. “Doyouknow,Poole,”hesaid,lookingup,“thatyouandIareabouttoplaceourselvesinapositionofsomeperil?” 

           “Youmaysayso,sir,indeed,”returnedthebutler. 

           “Itiswell,then,thatweshouldbefrank,”saidtheother. “Weboththinkmorethanwehavesaid;letusmakeacleanbreast. Thismaskedfigurethatyousaw,didyourecogniseit?” 

           “Well,sir,itwentsoquick,andthecreaturewassodoubledup,thatIcouldhardlysweartothat,”wastheanswer. “Butifyoumean,wasitMr.Hyde?—why,yes,Ithinkitwas! Yousee,itwasmuchofthesamebigness;andithadthesamequick,lightwaywithit;andthenwhoelsecouldhavegotinbythelaboratorydoor? Youhavenotforgot,sir,thatatthetimeofthemurderhehadstillthekeywithhim? Butthat’snotall.Idon’tknow,Mr.Utterson,ifeveryoumetthisMr.Hyde?” 

           “Yes,”saidthelawyer,“Ioncespokewithhim.”