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的一个贫民区。
“天哪！”律师想，“海德一定知道杰基尔的遗嘱吧？他打的就是这个主意吧？”但律师没说出来。
“那么，”海德问，“你怎么会知道我呢？”
“听人跟我讲起过您。”
“谁说的？”
“咱们都认识的，”律师说。
“是谁？”海德厉声问道。
“譬如说，杰基尔博士，”律师答道。
“他决不会和你说的！”海德突然生气地吼了起来，“别想骗我了！”还没等律师答话，他掏出钥匙开了门，消失在屋里。
厄特森先生盯着紧闭的大门，自言自语道：“我怎么那么不喜欢他呢？恩菲尔德说得对，这个人骨子里有股邪气。可怜的亨利·杰基尔，真让人为你担心，你这个新朋友会给你惹麻烦的。”
在小街的拐弯处有一个广场，里面的建筑都是些富丽堂皇的老房子，其中有一幢是杰基尔博士的。厄特森先生敲响了前门，仆人开了门，告诉他博士这会儿不在家。
“我看见海德先生从屋子后面的街上，从实验室的门进来了，”律师说。
“是的，厄特森先生，”仆人回答说，“海德先生自己有钥匙，想来就来，想走就走，主人吩咐过我们要服从他。”
厄特森先生回家时，心里更担心了。
两个星期后，杰基尔博士请老朋友上他家吃饭，厄特森先生也去了，而且一直呆到别人都告辞了。
“杰基尔，我一直想和你谈谈，”律师说，“是你那个遗嘱的事。”
杰基尔博士五十开外，高高的个子，身材匀称，总是一副安详、和善的表情。“我可怜的朋友，”他说，“真没必要担什么心，就和那个可怜的兰宁医生一样，我把自己的想法告诉他，他却说是'幻想的垃圾'，他真让我失望。”
律师并不想谈兰宁医生，他接着说：“你明白，我从来就没同意过你那个遗嘱！”
“你早告诉过我好几回了！”博士的话有点刺耳。
“那就好。不过我最近听到一些有关你的朋友海德的事，”律师继续说。
博士那英俊、红润的脸庞一下子变得灰白。“我不想再听了，”他说，“你不明白，我现在的处境有多困难，多痛苦。”
“把一切都告诉我，”厄特森先生说，“我会尽力帮你的。”
“你待我真好，可这是我个人的事。我只能告诉你一件事——只要我愿意，随时可以摆脱这个海德先生。但有一点希望你能理解，我对可怜的海德也极为关注。我知道你见过他——他告诉我了，我担心他对你有所冲撞，但我确实很关心他，要是我出了什么不测，你一定要保证让他继承我的财产。”
“我没法假装自己喜欢他，”律师说。
“我并不要求你喜欢他，”他的朋友说，“我只要你帮助他，要是我不在了。”
“好吧，我答应你，”厄特森先生忧郁地说。
■ 3 The Carew murder
One night in London，nearly a year later， a servant girlwas sitting at her bedroom window， looking out at themoonlit street． She saw a tall， handsome old man with whitehair coming along the street，and a shorter，younger manwalkingtowardshim．The old man spoke politely to theyounger one． He seemed， the girl said later， to be asking hisway． Then the girl looked more closely at the younger manand recognized him．
'It was Mr Hyde， 'she said later．'He once visited my master．'
Mr Hyde， the girl said， was carrying a heavy stick． He wasplaying with it impatiently as he listened to the old man． Thensuddenly he seemed to explode with anger．
'He was like a madman，'the servant girl said．' He shookhis stick at the old man，who stepped back in surprise． Thenhe hit the old man violently with the stick and knocked him tothe ground． He beat the helpless body again and again． I couldhear the bones breaking… It was so terrible that I began tofeel ill．Then everything went black and I don't remember anymore．'
It was two o'clock in the morning before she was consciousagain， and able to call the police． The murderer had disappeared，but the dead man was still lying on the ground withthe murder weapon beside him．The stick had broken in themiddle， and one half still lay beside the murdered man． Thepolice decided that the murderer had carried away the otherhalf．A gold watch and a purse were found in the dead man'spockets， but no cards or papers— except a letter addressed toMr Utterson．
A policeman brought this letter to the lawyer the nextmorning．Together they drove to the police station where thebody had been taken．
A police inspector showed him the body．
'Yes，I recognize him，'said Mr Utterson heavily．'He isSir Danvers Carew．'
'Thank you， sir，'said the inspector．'And do you recognizethis？' He showed Mr Utterson the broken stick and told himthe servant girl's story．
Mr Utterson knew the stick at once．'That's HenryJekyll's stick！'he said to himself．'I gave it to him long ago．'
'Is this Hyde a short， evil－looking man？'he asked．
'That's how the servant girl described him， sir，'agreed theinspector．
'Come with me，'said Mr Utterson to the inspector．'Ithink I know where he lives．'
Mr Utterson led him to the address on Mr Hyde' s visitingcard．It was in a poor part of London，in a dirty street full ofcheap bars and eating－houses． This was the home of HenryJekyll's favourite friend—the man who would inherit Jekyll'squarter of a million pounds．
An old servant opened the door．Under her silvery hair wasa smooth face with a false smile and evil eyes， but she was polite enough．
'Yes，'she said，'Mr Hyde lives here．But he's not athome． My master came in very late last night．He left againafter only an hour．'
'Was that unusual？'asked the inspector．
'Not at all，'replied the servant．'He's often away，andfrequently stays away for months at a time．'
'We would like to see his flat，'said Mr Utterson．
'Oh，I can't do that，sir—'began the servant
“天哪！”律师想，“海德一定知道杰基尔的遗嘱吧？他打的就是这个主意吧？”但律师没说出来。
“那么，”海德问，“你怎么会知道我呢？”
“听人跟我讲起过您。”
“谁说的？”
“咱们都认识的，”律师说。
“是谁？”海德厉声问道。
“譬如说，杰基尔博士，”律师答道。
“他决不会和你说的！”海德突然生气地吼了起来，“别想骗我了！”还没等律师答话，他掏出钥匙开了门，消失在屋里。
厄特森先生盯着紧闭的大门，自言自语道：“我怎么那么不喜欢他呢？恩菲尔德说得对，这个人骨子里有股邪气。可怜的亨利·杰基尔，真让人为你担心，你这个新朋友会给你惹麻烦的。”
在小街的拐弯处有一个广场，里面的建筑都是些富丽堂皇的老房子，其中有一幢是杰基尔博士的。厄特森先生敲响了前门，仆人开了门，告诉他博士这会儿不在家。
“我看见海德先生从屋子后面的街上，从实验室的门进来了，”律师说。
“是的，厄特森先生，”仆人回答说，“海德先生自己有钥匙，想来就来，想走就走，主人吩咐过我们要服从他。”
厄特森先生回家时，心里更担心了。
两个星期后，杰基尔博士请老朋友上他家吃饭，厄特森先生也去了，而且一直呆到别人都告辞了。
“杰基尔，我一直想和你谈谈，”律师说，“是你那个遗嘱的事。”
杰基尔博士五十开外，高高的个子，身材匀称，总是一副安详、和善的表情。“我可怜的朋友，”他说，“真没必要担什么心，就和那个可怜的兰宁医生一样，我把自己的想法告诉他，他却说是'幻想的垃圾'，他真让我失望。”
律师并不想谈兰宁医生，他接着说：“你明白，我从来就没同意过你那个遗嘱！”
“你早告诉过我好几回了！”博士的话有点刺耳。
“那就好。不过我最近听到一些有关你的朋友海德的事，”律师继续说。
博士那英俊、红润的脸庞一下子变得灰白。“我不想再听了，”他说，“你不明白，我现在的处境有多困难，多痛苦。”
“把一切都告诉我，”厄特森先生说，“我会尽力帮你的。”
“你待我真好，可这是我个人的事。我只能告诉你一件事——只要我愿意，随时可以摆脱这个海德先生。但有一点希望你能理解，我对可怜的海德也极为关注。我知道你见过他——他告诉我了，我担心他对你有所冲撞，但我确实很关心他，要是我出了什么不测，你一定要保证让他继承我的财产。”
“我没法假装自己喜欢他，”律师说。
“我并不要求你喜欢他，”他的朋友说，“我只要你帮助他，要是我不在了。”
“好吧，我答应你，”厄特森先生忧郁地说。
■ 3 The Carew murder
One night in London，nearly a year later， a servant girlwas sitting at her bedroom window， looking out at themoonlit street． She saw a tall， handsome old man with whitehair coming along the street，and a shorter，younger manwalkingtowardshim．The old man spoke politely to theyounger one． He seemed， the girl said later， to be asking hisway． Then the girl looked more closely at the younger manand recognized him．
'It was Mr Hyde， 'she said later．'He once visited my master．'
Mr Hyde， the girl said， was carrying a heavy stick． He wasplaying with it impatiently as he listened to the old man． Thensuddenly he seemed to explode with anger．
'He was like a madman，'the servant girl said．' He shookhis stick at the old man，who stepped back in surprise． Thenhe hit the old man violently with the stick and knocked him tothe ground． He beat the helpless body again and again． I couldhear the bones breaking… It was so terrible that I began tofeel ill．Then everything went black and I don't remember anymore．'
It was two o'clock in the morning before she was consciousagain， and able to call the police． The murderer had disappeared，but the dead man was still lying on the ground withthe murder weapon beside him．The stick had broken in themiddle， and one half still lay beside the murdered man． Thepolice decided that the murderer had carried away the otherhalf．A gold watch and a purse were found in the dead man'spockets， but no cards or papers— except a letter addressed toMr Utterson．
A policeman brought this letter to the lawyer the nextmorning．Together they drove to the police station where thebody had been taken．
A police inspector showed him the body．
'Yes，I recognize him，'said Mr Utterson heavily．'He isSir Danvers Carew．'
'Thank you， sir，'said the inspector．'And do you recognizethis？' He showed Mr Utterson the broken stick and told himthe servant girl's story．
Mr Utterson knew the stick at once．'That's HenryJekyll's stick！'he said to himself．'I gave it to him long ago．'
'Is this Hyde a short， evil－looking man？'he asked．
'That's how the servant girl described him， sir，'agreed theinspector．
'Come with me，'said Mr Utterson to the inspector．'Ithink I know where he lives．'
Mr Utterson led him to the address on Mr Hyde' s visitingcard．It was in a poor part of London，in a dirty street full ofcheap bars and eating－houses． This was the home of HenryJekyll's favourite friend—the man who would inherit Jekyll'squarter of a million pounds．
An old servant opened the door．Under her silvery hair wasa smooth face with a false smile and evil eyes， but she was polite enough．
'Yes，'she said，'Mr Hyde lives here．But he's not athome． My master came in very late last night．He left againafter only an hour．'
'Was that unusual？'asked the inspector．
'Not at all，'replied the servant．'He's often away，andfrequently stays away for months at a time．'
'We would like to see his flat，'said Mr Utterson．
'Oh，I can't do that，sir—'began the servant