Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
“Isthereneveranythingelse?”heasked.
Poolenodded. “Once,”hesaid.“OnceIhearditweeping!”
“Weeping?howthat?”saidthelawyer,consciousofasuddenchillofhorror.
“Weepinglikeawomanoralostsoul,”saidthebutler. “Icameawaywiththatuponmyheart,thatIcouldhavewepttoo.”
Butnowthetenminutesdrewtoanend. Pooledisinterredtheaxefromunderastackofpackingstraw;thecandlewassetuponthenearesttabletolightthemtotheattack; andtheydrewnearwithbatedbreathtowherethatpatientfootwasstillgoingupanddown,upanddown,inthequietofthenight.
“Jekyll,”criedUtterson,withaloudvoice,“Idemandtoseeyou.” Hepausedamoment,buttherecamenoreply. “Igiveyoufairwarning,oursuspicionsarearoused,andImustandshallseeyou,”heresumed;“ifnotbyfairmeans,thenbyfoul! ifnotofyourconsent,thenbybruteforce!”
“Utterson,”saidthevoice,“forGod’ssake,havemercy!”
“Ah,that’snotJekyll’svoice—it’sHyde’s!”criedUtterson. “Downwiththedoor,Poole!”
Pooleswungtheaxeoverhisshoulder;theblowshookthebuilding,andtheredbaizedoorleapedagainstthelockandhinges. Adismalscreech,asofmereanimalterror,rangfromthecabinet.
