化身博士-第3章
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Just then a servant entered with a note．
‘Is that note from Doctor Jekyll？’ asked Mr Guest．‘Ithought I recognized the handwriting．Is it anything private，Mr Utterson？’
‘Only an invitation to dinner．Why？Do you want to seethe letter？’
‘Just for a moment，please，sir．’The clerk put the two letters side by side and studied them carefully．‘Thank you，sir，’he said．‘Very interesting．’
For a moment Mr Utterson hesitated，wondering and worrying．At last he put his thoughts into words．‘Why did youlook at the two letters together？’he asked．
‘Well，sir，in many ways the two are surprisingly similar．’
‘How strange！…Mr Guest，I must ask you not to speakof this business to anyone．’
‘Of course not，sir，’said the clerk．‘You can depend onme．’Shortly afterwards he said good night to his master andmade his way home．
When he was alone，Mr Utterson locked the two letters inhis cupboard．‘Well！’he thought．‘So Henry Jekyll wrotethat letter for a murderer！’His face was as calm and expressionless as usual，but his heart was filled with fear for his oldfriend．
5 The death of a friend
Time passed．The search for Mr Hyde continued．SirDanvers Carew was an important and popular man andthe police tried desperately to arrest the murderer and bringhim to trial．But there was no sign of Mr Hyde himself， although the police and the newspapers discovered a lot about hispast life．Nobody，it seemed，could say one good word aboutthe wanted man． He was a cruel， violent man， who had livedan evil life full of hate and jealousy．None of this， however，was any help to the police． Mr Hyde had just disappeared．
As time went by， Mr Utterson became calmer and more atpeace with himself． He was truly sorry that his client， SirDanvers Carew， was dead， but he was also very glad that MrHyde had disappeared． As for Doctor Jekyll， he too appearedcalmer and happier．He came out into the world again．He invited friends to his house and accepted invitations to theirs． Hehad always been a good and generous man．Now，however，hebecame a churchgoer too． He was busy， he spent a lot of timein the fresh air and he looked happy and carefree．For morethan two months he was at peace with himself and the world．
On the 8th of January Mr Utterson was invited to dinner atDoctor Jekyll’s house．Doctor Lanyon was there too．‘This isquite like old times，’thought the lawyer as he watched DoctorJekyll smiling at Doctor Lanyon．
On January 12th，however，and again on the 14th， DoctorJekyll refused to see visitors．
‘The doctor is not well，’explained Poole．‘He hopes youwill forgive him，but he cannot see anyone．’
Mr Utterson called again next day， and again the day afterthat．After two months of almost daily meetings with his oldfriend，the lawyer felt rather lonely．On the sixth evening heinvited his clerk，Mr Guest，to dinner with him， and on theseventh night he went to visit Doctor Lanyon．
Doctor Lanyon made him welcome，but Mr Utterson wasshocked by the change in the doctor’s appearance．His face，which was usually pink and healthy， was grey and thin， andthere was a frightened look in his eyes． He was suddenly anold，sick man．
‘He looks，’said Mr Utterson to himself，‘like a man whoknows he’s dying．’
‘How are you，Lanyon？’he said．‘You don't look well．’
‘I've had a shock，Utterson，’replied Doctor Lanyon．‘Andit will cause my death．I have only a few weeks to live．’Hepaused．‘Well，it comes to us all sooner or later． I've had agood life， on the whole．’
‘Jekyll is ill too，’said the lawyer．‘Have you seen him？’
At the name of Jekyll the look on Doctor Lanyon’s face changed．‘Please，’he said， holding up a trembling hand，‘don't speak that name in this house．’
‘Oh dear，’said Mr Utterson．He hesitated for a moment．‘The three of us have been friends all our lives，Lanyon．Weare too old now to make new friends．Can't you forgive andforget？Perhaps I can help？’
‘Nothing can be done，’replied Doctor Lanyon．‘Ask himyourself．’
‘He won't let me into the house．’
‘That doesn't surprise me， One day，Utterson， after I amdead，you will perhaps learn the full story． Meanwhile， if youcan sit and talk to me of other things， please stay． Just don't mention that person， as it hurts me to think about him．’
As soon as he got home， Mr Utterson wrote to DoctorJekyll．In his letter he asked why Jekyll refused to let him intohis house，and why he and Doctor Lanyon were no longerfriendly．The reply was long and not always easy to understand．
‘I'm not angry with our old friend，’Doctor Jekyll wrote，‘but I agree with him that the two of us must never meetagain．Meanwhile，you must forgive me if from now on I livea very quiet life． If you find my door closed to you，it's because I must travel this dark，dangerous road alone． I havedone wrong and I'm being punished for it，and nobody canhelp me．’
‘What is this？’thought Mr Utterson．‘Hyde has disappeared．Jekyll is his normal self again—at least，he was untillast week． Has he gone mad？’Then he remembered DoctorLanyon's words．‘There is something more，’he said to himself，‘something mysterious， but I have no idea what it is．’
A week later Doctor Lanyon was too ill to leave his bed．Two weeks after that he was dead． After his friend's burial，Mr Utterson went home and into his office．From his lockedcupboard he took out an envelope， which he had received soonafter his friend’ s death．
In Doctor Lanyon's handwriting he read ‘G．J．Utterson．Private．’The lawyer turned the envelope over and over in hishands before he opened it．What terrible news could itcontain？ With trembling hands Mr Utterson opened the envelope． Inside was another envelope， with the words‘Not to beopened until the death or disappearance of Doctor HenryJekyll．’
The lawyer could not believe his eyes．‘Death or disappearance’— the words were the same as in Doctor Jekyll's will．‘Iunderstand why Jekyll wrote those words，’said Mr Uttersonto himself．‘But why did Lanyon write them too？’For a moment he wanted to open the envelope and uncover the mysterythere and then． But Mr Utterson was too honest a man and alawyer to do that． He knew he must obey his friend's andclient's last wish． He locked the envelope away in his cupboard beside Doctor Jekyll's will．
The lawyer was desperately worried about his friend DoctorJekyll． He was afraid for him too． He called at the house butthe doctor always refused to see him．
‘How is he，Poole？’Mr Utterson asked the old servant oneday．
‘Not very well，sir．He spends all his time in the studyabove his laboratory．He sleeps there as well． He seems verysilent and uneasy． Something is worrying him， sir，
but hewon't tell anyone．’
For a long time the lawyer called almost every day． Little bylittle，however， he became tired of his friend's refusal to seehim， and his visits became less frequent．
6 The face at the window
One Sunday soon afterwards Mr Utterson was walkingwith his friend Enfield when they happened to passthrough the narrow side…street again． Enfleld pointed to themysterious door．
‘Well，’he said，‘that story is finished．We shall never seeMr Hyde again．’
‘I hope you're right，’said the lawyer．‘Did I tell you？ Ionce saw Hyde too and had the same strong feelings of dislikefor him as you did．What an evil man！’
‘I agree，’said his friend．‘By the way， why didn't you tellme that our mysterious door led to the laboratory at the back ofDoctor Jekyll's house？I didn't know then，but I know now．’
‘Well，now that you know，let's go into the courtyard andlook up at his window．I must tell you，‘I'm worried aboutpoor Jekyll．Perhaps the sight of a friendly face will do himgood．’
Overhead the evening sky was bright，but the courtyard wascool and dark．At an open window of the study above the laboratory， Doctor Jekyll sat， like a prisoner staring at the worldoutside．
‘I hope you are better，Jekyll，’the lawyer called up to him．
The doctor shook his head sadly．‘I'm not well，Utterson，’he said．‘I shall not be here much longer－thankGod．’
‘You spend too much time indoors！You ought to get outinto the fresh air like Enfield and me… By the way， this ismy cousin， Mr Enfield… COme now…get your hat and join usfor a quick walk．’
‘You 're very kind，’said the doctor．‘But no， it's quiteimpossible． I would like to invite you and Mr Enfield inside，but the place is not very tidy…’
‘Well then，’said the lawyer gently，‘we can talk to youfrom here．’
‘That's an excellent idea…’began the doctor，with asmile．But suddenly the smile left his face and was replaced byan expression of hopelessness， fear and horror． The two menbelow saw it，but only for a second， as the window was shutwith a bang． The two men looked at each other， then turnedand left the courtyard without a word．In silence they crossedthe narrow side…street．They did not speak until they came outinto a busy， noisy street． Then Mr Utterson at last turned andlooked at his companion， whose face was as pale as his own．The expression on Doctor Jekyll's face had upset them bothdeeply．
‘God help him！’whispered Mr Utterson．‘God help thepoor man！’
But Mr Enfield only nodded his head very seriously andwalked on without a word．
7 The last night
It was now March， and Mr Utterson was sitting by thefire after dinner，when he was surprised to receive avisitfrom Doctor Jekyll's servant，Poole．The old man looked paleand frightened．
‘Mr Utterson，he said，‘something is wrong．’
‘Sit down by the fire and tell me all abut it．’
‘The doctor's locked himself up in his study， sir．’
‘That's quite usual， surely，’ said the lawyer． ‘You knowyour master's habits as well as I do．He often shuts himselfaway from the world．’
‘Yes，but this time it's different． It frightens me， sirI've been frightened for more than a week now， and I justcan't go on any longer．
He stopped and stared down at the floor．
‘Try and tell me， Poole，’said Mr Utterson gently． ‘Something terrible is happening to my master．I can't explain． But… please，sir，can you come with me and see foryourself？’
At once Mr Utterson fetched his coat and hat．
‘Thank you， sir，’whispered Poole gratefully．
Together they made their way to Doctor Jekyll's house． Itwas a wild，stormy night．To Mr Utterson the streets seemedstrangely empty and lonely． The square， when they reachedit， was full of wind and flying dust． The thin trees were blowing wildly， and untidy grey clouds were sailing past a pale，sickly moon．
‘Well，sir，’said Poole，‘ here we are， and I hope that nothing is wrong．’He knocked softly at the front door． The doorwas opened just a little and a voice from inside asked，‘Is thatyou，Poole？’
‘Yes…open the door．’
The hall，when they entered，was brightly lit．A good firewas burning．The room was full of people…every servant inthe house was there．They looked like a crowd of frightenedchildren．
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