The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde HTML version

The Carew Murder Case
Nearly a year later, in the month of October, 18--, London was startled by a crime of
singular ferocity and rendered all the more notable by the high position of the victim. The
details were few and startling. A maid servant living alone in a house not far from the
river, had gone upstairs to bed about eleven. Although a fog rolled over the city in the
small hours, the early part of the night was cloudless, and the lane, which the maid's
window overlooked, was brilliantly lit by the full moon. It seems she was romantically
given, for she sat down upon her box, which stood immediately under the window, and
fell into a dream of musing. Never (she used to say, with streaming tears, when she
narrated that experience), never had she felt more at peace with all men or thought more
kindly of the world. And as she so sat she became aware of an aged beautiful gentleman
with white hair, drawing near along the lane; and advancing to meet him, another and
very small gentleman, to whom at first she paid less attention. When they had come
within speech (which was just under the maid's eyes) the older man bowed and accosted
the other with a very pretty manner of politeness. It did not seem as if the subject of his
address were of great importance; indeed, from his pointing, it some times appeared as if
he were only inquiring his way; but the moon shone on his face as he spoke, and the girl
was pleased to watch it, it seemed to breathe such an innocent and old-world kindness of
disposition, yet with something high too, as of a well-founded self-content. Presently her
eye wandered to the other, and she was surprised to recognise in him a certain Mr. Hyde,
who had once visited her master and for whom she had conceived a dislike. He had in his
hand a heavy cane, with which he was trifling; but he answered never a word, and
seemed to listen with an ill-contained impatience. And then all of a sudden he broke out
in a great flame of anger, stamping with his foot, brandishing the cane, and carrying on
(as the maid described it) like a madman. The old gentleman took a step back, with the
air of one very much surprised and a trifle hurt; and at that Mr. Hyde broke out of all
bounds and clubbed him to the earth. And next moment, with ape-like fury, he was
trampling his victim under foot and hailing down a storm of blows, under which the
bones were audibly shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway. At the horror of
these sights and sounds, the maid fainted.
It was two o'clock when she came to herself and called for the police. The murderer
was gone long ago; but there lay his victim in the middle of the lane, incredibly mangled.
The stick with which the deed had been done, although it was of some rare and very
tough and heavy wood, had broken in the middle under the stress of this insensate
cruelty; and one splintered half had rolled in the neighbouring gutter--the other, without
doubt, had been carried away by the murderer. A purse and gold watch were found upon
the victim: but no cards or papers, except a sealed and stamped envelope, which he had
been probably carrying to the post, and which bore the name and address of Mr. Utterson.
This was brought to the lawyer the next morning, before he was out of bed; and he had
no sooner seen it and been told the circumstances, than he shot out a solemn lip. "I shall
say nothing till I have seen the body," said he; "this may be very serious. Have the
kindness to wait while I dress." And with the same grave countenance he hurried through