Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
Thetwomenlookedateachotherwithascare. “Thisisbeyondme,Poole,”saidthelawyer. “Letusgobacktothecabinet.”
Theymountedthestairinsilence,andstillwithanoccasionalawe-struckglanceatthedeadbody,proceededmorethoroughlytoexaminethecontentsofthecabinet. Atonetable,thereweretracesofchemicalwork,variousmeasuredheapsofsomewhitesaltbeinglaidonglasssaucers,asthoughforanexperimentinwhichtheunhappymanhadbeenprevented.
“ThatisthesamedrugthatIwasalwaysbringinghim,”saidPoole;andevenashespoke,thekettlewithastartlingnoiseboiledover.
Thisbroughtthemtothefireside,wheretheeasy-chairwasdrawncosilyup,andthetea-thingsstoodreadytothesitter’selbow,theverysugarinthecup. Therewereseveralbooksonashelf;onelaybesidethetea-thingsopen,andUttersonwasamazedtofinditacopyofapiouswork,forwhichJekyllhadseveraltimesexpressedagreatesteem,annotated,inhisownhand,withstartlingblasphemies.
Next,inthecourseoftheirreviewofthechamber,thesearcherscametothechevalglass,intowhosedepthstheylookedwithaninvoluntaryhorror. Butitwassoturnedastoshowthemnothingbuttherosyglowplayingontheroof,thefiresparklinginahundredrepetitionsalongtheglazedfrontofthepresses,andtheirownpaleandfearfulcountenancesstoopingtolookin.
“Thisglasshaveseensomestrangethings,sir,”whisperedPoole.
