Трек 12_02

I sat down and studied him closely. He was small, as I have said; I was struck by the shocking expression of his face; and, also, by a strong feeling of dislike, or disgust, that I felt to an almost sickening extent.

He was dressed in the most odd way. His clothes, though of good cloth, were enormously too large for him-the trousers hanging on his legs and rolled up to keep them from the ground, the bottom of the jacket almost to his knees, and the collar opening wide upon his shoulders. Strange to say I had no wish to laugh at him, but rather felt a kind of fear.

My visitor was on fire with excitement.

«Have you got it?» he cried. «Have you got it?» As he spoke he laid his hand upon my arm.

I pushed him back, for at his touch I felt a coldness run through my blood, and a new feeling of horror touched me to the heart. I was still very curious, however, and I wanted to see what would happen next.

«There it is, sir,» I said, pointing to the drawer, as it lay on the floor behind a table, covered with the sheet.

He sprang to it, and then paused, and laid his hand upon his heart. He showed me his teeth in a terrible smile like the snarl of a dog, and his face was twisted as though made of rubber. He looked so awful, standing there, that I grew alarmed for his life and reason.

«Steady yourself,» I said.

As if with the decision of despair, he tore off the sheet. At sight of the contents, he gave a cry of such immense relief as I had never heard before. And the next moment, in a voice that was already fairly well under control, «Have you a measuring-glass?» he asked.

I gave him what he wanted. He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured out a few drops of the red liquid and added one of the powders. The liquid began to brighten in colour, and to throw off small fumes of vapour. Suddenly the mixture changed to a deep purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green. My visitor smiled as if well satisfied, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

«And now,» he said, «will you allow me to take this glass in my hand and leave your house without further question? Or is your curiosity too much for you? No, think before you answer. If I go now, you will be left as you were before, neither richer nor wiser. If you prefer otherwise, a new field of knowledge shall be opened to you, here, in this room, on the instant. You will see something, sir, that will astonish you, believe me!»

There was something in his manner-a kind of threat-that I did not like at all. I looked at him calmly enough, however, and answered: «Your words make little sense to me, but I have gone too far in this thing to stop before I see the end.»

«Very well,» replied my visitor, with his twisted smile. «Lanyon, you remember your vows? What follows is under the seal of our profession. And now you-who sneered at my experiments, and treated your betters with scorn-see!»

He put the glass to his lips, and drank, with one swift movement, the contents. A cry followed; he almost fell, but seized hold of the table to steady himself, staring with fixed eyes and open mouth; and as I looked, there came a change-he seemed to swell-his face became suddenly black, and the features seemed to melt and alter . . . The next moment I had sprung to my feet and backed against the wall, my arm raised to shield me from that-that monster, my mind filled with terror as I tried to undrestand what was happening.

There before my eyes-pale and shaken, and half fainting, and feeling around before him with his hands, like a man restored from death-there stood Henry Jekyll!

What he told me in the next hour I cannot bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it. My life is shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; a deadly terror sits by me at all hours of the day and night. I feel that my days are numbered, and that I must die; and yet I shall die refusing to believe what has so shaken me and that I saw with my own eyes. As for the evil and wicked things that man showed me, I cannot, even in memory, think of it without a start of horror. I will say one last thing, Utterson and that-if you can bring your mind to believe it-will be more than enough . . .

The creature who crept into my house that night was, on Jekyll’s own confession, known by the name of Hyde and hunted for in every corner of the land as the murderer of Carew.

Hastie Lanyon.