Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда
The Last Night
“Andsurelynonestrangerthanitself,”echoedthelawyerinthesametones. “ForwhatdidJekyll”—hecaughthimselfupatthewordwithastart,andthenconqueringtheweakness —“whatcouldJekyllwantwithit?”hesaid.
“Youmaysaythat!”saidPoole. Nexttheyturnedtothebusiness-table. Onthedeskamongtheneatarrayofpapers,alargeenvelopewasuppermost,andbore,inthedoctor’shand,thenameofMr.Utterson. Thelawyerunsealedit,andseveralenclosuresfelltothefloor. Thefirstwasawill,drawninthesameeccentrictermsastheonewhichhehadreturnedsixmonthsbefore,toserveasatestamentincaseofdeathandasadeedofgiftincaseofdisappearance; but,inplaceofthenameofEdwardHyde,thelawyer,withindescribableamazement,readthenameofGabrielJohnUtterson. HelookedatPoole,andthenbackatthepaper,andlastofallatthedeadmalefactorstretcheduponthecarpet.
“Myheadgoesround,”hesaid. “Hehasbeenallthesedaysinpossession;hehadnocausetolikeme;hemusthaveragedtoseehimselfdisplaced;andhehasnotdestroyedthisdocument.”
Hecaughtupthenextpaper; itwasabriefnoteinthedoctor’shandanddatedatthetop.
