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The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Dr. Lanyon's Narrative
Literature Library   —   Robert Louis Stevenson   —   The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

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"Confident as I am that you will not trifle with this appeal, my heart sinks and my hand trembles at the bare thought of such a possibility.  Think of me at this hour, in a strange place, labouring under a blackness of distress that no fancy can exaggerate, and yet well aware that, if you will but punctually serve me, my troubles will roll away like a story that is told.  Serve me, my dear Lanyon and save

"H.J.

"P.S.—I had already sealed this up when a fresh terror struck upon my soul.  It is possible that the post-office may fail me, and this letter not come into your hands until to-morrow morning.  In that case, dear Lanyon, do my errand when it shall be most convenient for you in the course of the day; and once more expect my messenger at midnight.  It may then already be too late; and if that night passes without event, you will know that you have seen the last of Henry Jekyll."

Upon the reading of this letter, I made sure my colleague was insane; but till that was proved beyond the possibility of doubt, I felt bound to do as he requested.  The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance; and an appeal so worded could not be set aside without a grave responsibility.  I rose accordingly from table, got into a hansom, and drove straight to Jekyll's house.  The butler was awaiting my arrival; he had received by the same post as mine a registered letter of instruction, and had sent at once for a locksmith and a carpenter.  The tradesmen came while we were yet speaking; and we moved in a body to old Dr. Denman's surgical theatre, from which (as you are doubtless aware) Jekyll's private cabinet is most conveniently entered.  The door was very strong, the lock excellent; the carpenter avowed he would have great trouble and have to do much damage, if force were to be used; and the locksmith was near despair.  But this last was a handy fellow, and after two hour's work, the door stood open.  The press marked E was unlocked; and I took out the drawer, had it filled up with straw and tied in a sheet, and returned with it to Cavendish Square.

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