Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
Story of the Door
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsforthechild’sfamily; hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;buttherewassomethingaboutthelotofusthatmeantmischief,andatlasthestruck. Thenextthingwastogetthemoney;andwheredoyouthinkhecarriedusbuttothatplacewiththedoor? —whippedoutakey,wentin,andpresentlycamebackwiththematteroftenpoundsingoldandachequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerandsignedwithanamethatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmystory, butitwasanameatleastverywellknownandoftenprinted. Thefigurewasstiff;butthesignaturewasgoodformorethanthat,ifitwasonlygenuine. Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentlemanthatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,andthatamandoesnot,inreallife,walkintoacellardooratfourinthemorningandcomeoutofitwithanotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds. Buthewasquiteeasyandsneering. ‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘Iwillstaywithyoutillthebanksopenandcashthechequemyself.’ Soweallsetoff,thedoctor,andthechild’sfather,andourfriendandmyself,andpassedtherestofthenightinmychambers;andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,wentinabodytothebank. Igaveinthecheckmyself,andsaidIhadeveryreasontobelieveitwasaforgery. Notabitofit. Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut,”saidMr.Utterson.
“IseeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.
