Странная история доктора Джекила и мистера Хайда

           “OPoole!”thelawyercried,“hewasaliveandherethisday. Hecannothavebeendisposedofinsoshortaspace,hemustbestillalive,hemusthavefled! Andthen,whyfled? andhow? andinthatcase,canweventuretodeclarethissuicide? Oh,wemustbecareful. Iforeseethatwemayyetinvolveyourmasterinsomedirecatastrophe.” 

           “Whydon’tyoureadit,sir?”askedPoole. 

           “BecauseIfear,”repliedthelawyersolemnly. “GodgrantIhavenocauseforit!” Andwiththathebroughtthepapertohiseyesandreadasfollows: 

           “MyDearUtterson,—Whenthisshallfallintoyourhands,Ishallhavedisappeared,underwhatcircumstancesIhavenotthepenetrationtoforesee, butmyinstinctandallthecircumstancesofmynamelesssituationtellmethattheendissureandmustbeearly. Gothen,andfirstreadthenarrativewhichLanyonwarnedmehewastoplaceinyourhands; andifyoucaretohearmore,turntotheconfessionof 

           “Yourunworthyandunhappyfriend, 

           “HenryJekyll.” 

           “Therewasathirdenclosure?”askedUtterson. 

           “Here,sir,”saidPoole,andgaveintohishandsaconsiderablepacketsealedinseveralplaces. 

           Thelawyerputitinhispocket. “Iwouldsaynothingofthispaper. Ifyourmasterhasfledorisdead,wemayatleastsavehiscredit. Itisnowten;Imustgohomeandreadthesedocumentsinquiet;butIshallbebackbeforemidnight,whenweshallsendforthepolice.”