04-02-06-化身博士 [10]
生了。”
“希望你说得对，”律师说，“我有没有告诉过你，有一次我也见到了这个人，而且和你一样对他有种特别的厌恶，他真是个邪恶的家伙！”
“是啊，”朋友说，“对了，你怎么没告诉我那扇门通向杰基尔博土的实验室呢？我以前还不知道，现在才明白。”
“那么，既然你知道了，咱们不妨进院子看看他家的窗户。坦白跟你说，我对可怜的杰基尔很不放心，也许我们友好的面孔会让他好过点。”
抬头看去，夜空是那么明亮，可院子里却那么阴暗，而且凉嗖嗖的。实验室楼上，书房的窗边，坐着杰基尔博士，像个囚犯似的，盯着外面的世界。
“杰基尔！希望你好点了。”律师抬头冲他喊道。
博士忧郁地摇了摇头。“我情况很糟，厄特森，”他说，“我的日子不会长了，感谢上帝！”
“你在屋里关的时间太久了，应该多出来活动活动，像我和恩菲尔德一样……顺便介绍一下，这是我表弟，恩菲尔德先生……来吧！戴上帽子，出来稍微蹓跶一会儿。”
“你真好，”博士说，“但是不行啊！不可能的。我很想请你和思菲尔德先生进来坐坐，但我这儿有点乱，不像样子……”
“没关系，”律师谦和地说，“我们就在下面和你谈一会儿，这就挺好。”
“这太好了——”医生微笑着，可话还没说完，笑容就不见了，换成一脸无助；担心和恐惧的神情，下面的两位都看见了，但只瞥到一眼，窗户就“呯”地一声关上了。两个人互相看看，然后一言不发地转身离开了院子。他们默不作声地穿过小街，一直来到熙熙攘攘的大街上，厄特森先生这才转身看了看他的伙伴，俩人的脸色一样苍白。杰基尔博士脸上的表情让他们为他感到深深地难过。
“上帝保佑他！”厄特森先生喃喃说道，“上帝保佑这个可怜人！”
但恩菲尔德先生只是严肃地点了点头，继续走路，一句话也没说。
■ 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．
'What's all this？'said the lawyer．'What are you all doinghere？ Your master would not be pleased．'
'They're frightened，'said Poole simply．No one elsespoke．A little servant girl began to cry．
'Quiet！'said Poole sharply，trying to control his own fear．'Now-fetch me a light and we'll finish this business at once．Mr Utterson， sir， please follow me．'He led the way across theback garden towards the laboratory．
'Come as quietly as you can， sir．I want you to hear， but Idon't want him to hear you．And sin－if he asks you to go inside-don't go！'
Mr Utterson's heart gave a little jump of fear， but hebravely followed the servant into the laboratory to the bottomof the stairs．
'Wait here， sir-and listen carefully，whispered Poole． Hehimself，again controlling his fear， climbed the stairs andknocked on the study door．
'Mr Utterson would like to see you， sir，'he called．
'Tell him I cannot see anyone，' said a voice from inside theStudy．
'Thank you，sir，'said Poole．He led Mr Utterson backacross the garden and into the house． 'Sir，'he said， 'was thatmy master's voice？'
The lawyer's face was pale． 'It has changed，'he said．
'Changed？ You're right，'said Poole．'I've worked forDoctof Jekyll for twenty years．That was not my master's voice．Someone has murdered my master． Eight days ago weheard his voice for the last time．“Dear God！”he cried-thenno more．The voice you heard just now was the voice of hismuderer！'
'This is an extraordinary story， my good man，'said Mr Utterson． He tried hard to appear calm．'If Dr Jekyll has beenmurdered-why is his murderer still there？ What reason couldhe possibly have for staying？'
'Perhaps you don't believe me， sir， but I know what Iheard
“希望你说得对，”律师说，“我有没有告诉过你，有一次我也见到了这个人，而且和你一样对他有种特别的厌恶，他真是个邪恶的家伙！”
“是啊，”朋友说，“对了，你怎么没告诉我那扇门通向杰基尔博土的实验室呢？我以前还不知道，现在才明白。”
“那么，既然你知道了，咱们不妨进院子看看他家的窗户。坦白跟你说，我对可怜的杰基尔很不放心，也许我们友好的面孔会让他好过点。”
抬头看去，夜空是那么明亮，可院子里却那么阴暗，而且凉嗖嗖的。实验室楼上，书房的窗边，坐着杰基尔博士，像个囚犯似的，盯着外面的世界。
“杰基尔！希望你好点了。”律师抬头冲他喊道。
博士忧郁地摇了摇头。“我情况很糟，厄特森，”他说，“我的日子不会长了，感谢上帝！”
“你在屋里关的时间太久了，应该多出来活动活动，像我和恩菲尔德一样……顺便介绍一下，这是我表弟，恩菲尔德先生……来吧！戴上帽子，出来稍微蹓跶一会儿。”
“你真好，”博士说，“但是不行啊！不可能的。我很想请你和思菲尔德先生进来坐坐，但我这儿有点乱，不像样子……”
“没关系，”律师谦和地说，“我们就在下面和你谈一会儿，这就挺好。”
“这太好了——”医生微笑着，可话还没说完，笑容就不见了，换成一脸无助；担心和恐惧的神情，下面的两位都看见了，但只瞥到一眼，窗户就“呯”地一声关上了。两个人互相看看，然后一言不发地转身离开了院子。他们默不作声地穿过小街，一直来到熙熙攘攘的大街上，厄特森先生这才转身看了看他的伙伴，俩人的脸色一样苍白。杰基尔博士脸上的表情让他们为他感到深深地难过。
“上帝保佑他！”厄特森先生喃喃说道，“上帝保佑这个可怜人！”
但恩菲尔德先生只是严肃地点了点头，继续走路，一句话也没说。
■ 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．
'What's all this？'said the lawyer．'What are you all doinghere？ Your master would not be pleased．'
'They're frightened，'said Poole simply．No one elsespoke．A little servant girl began to cry．
'Quiet！'said Poole sharply，trying to control his own fear．'Now-fetch me a light and we'll finish this business at once．Mr Utterson， sir， please follow me．'He led the way across theback garden towards the laboratory．
'Come as quietly as you can， sir．I want you to hear， but Idon't want him to hear you．And sin－if he asks you to go inside-don't go！'
Mr Utterson's heart gave a little jump of fear， but hebravely followed the servant into the laboratory to the bottomof the stairs．
'Wait here， sir-and listen carefully，whispered Poole． Hehimself，again controlling his fear， climbed the stairs andknocked on the study door．
'Mr Utterson would like to see you， sir，'he called．
'Tell him I cannot see anyone，' said a voice from inside theStudy．
'Thank you，sir，'said Poole．He led Mr Utterson backacross the garden and into the house． 'Sir，'he said， 'was thatmy master's voice？'
The lawyer's face was pale． 'It has changed，'he said．
'Changed？ You're right，'said Poole．'I've worked forDoctof Jekyll for twenty years．That was not my master's voice．Someone has murdered my master． Eight days ago weheard his voice for the last time．“Dear God！”he cried-thenno more．The voice you heard just now was the voice of hismuderer！'
'This is an extraordinary story， my good man，'said Mr Utterson． He tried hard to appear calm．'If Dr Jekyll has beenmurdered-why is his murderer still there？ What reason couldhe possibly have for staying？'
'Perhaps you don't believe me， sir， but I know what Iheard