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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Level 3 Retold by John Escott Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter (scanned by sem911) Pearson Education Limited Edinburgh Gate, Harlow, Essex CM20 2JE, England and Associated Companies throughout the world. ISBN 0 582 42700 2 This edition first published 2000 7 9 10 8 6 Copyright © Penguin Books Ltd 2000 Illustrations by Tudor Humphries Cover design by Bender Richardson White Typeset by Pantek Arts Ltd, Maidstone, Kent Set in l l / 1 4 p t Bembo Printed in China SWTC/06 All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the Publishers. Published by Pearson Education Limited in association with Penguin Books Ltd, both companies being subsidiaries of Pearson Plc Contents page Introduction v Chapter 1 The Door 1 Chapter 2 Mr Enfield's Story 2 Chapter 3 The Cheque 5 Chapter 4 W h o is Mr Hyde? 6 Chapter 5 After Dinner 12 Chapter 6 The Carew Murder 13 Chapter 7 The Letter 18 Chapter 8 Dr Lanyon 23 Chapter 9 At the Window 27 Chapter 10 The Last Night . 28 Chapter 11 Dr Lanyon's Story 36 Chapter 12 Henry Jekyll's Story 41 Chapter 13 The End of the Story 45 Activities 51 Introduction Mr Hyde was pale and small, and he had an ugly smile . . . But these were not important matters. They did not explain the feelings of hate and fear that Mr Utterson had. There was something more. The lawyer could not find a name for it. 'It is something about the man — some terrible evil,'he thought. 'Oh, , my poor Henry fekyll!There is evil in the face of your new friend!' Mr Utterson is worried about Dr Jekyll. Why has the doctor made a friend of the frightening Mr Hyde ? W h o is the evil little man ? Where did he come from ? A n d most important of all, why does he seem to have power over the good, honest Dr Jekyll? Then comes the murder of Sir Danvers Carew, and suddenly everybody in London is looking for Mr Hyde — the murderer. But the evil little man has disappeared. Or has he ? As Mr Utterson tries to find answers to these questions, he learns the terrible secret of Dr Jekyll's dangerous experiments. Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, in Scotland, in 1850. In 1867 he went to Edinburgh University, but he really wanted to be a writer. His parents suggested studying law and he did that. But he continued to write. In 1875 Stevenson went to live in northern France. There he met an American woman called Fanny Osbourne. Fanny was married wi th two children, and she was ten years older than Stevenson. She came from Indiana, in the United States. Fanny Osbourne and Stevenson fell in love. Fanny left her husband and, in 1880, she and Stevenson were able to get married. The wedding was in the city of San Francisco, on the west coast of America. v Stevenson and Fanny were married for fourteen years. They travelled a lot during that time — to Scotland, France, Switzerland, New York and the South Seas. Stevenson suffered from bad health. He spent most of his life trying to find a warm and comfortable place to live. He lived in Bournemouth, on the south coast of England, for a short time. Then, in 1888, he and Fanny went to live in Samoa. He died there in 1894, at the age of forty-four. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote travel books, poems and stories. His first story book, Treasure Island (1883), was finished in Switzerland. It is probably his most famous book, and children all over the world love it . Stevenson first wrote it for Fanny Osbourne's young son, Lloyd. Other books by Robert Louis Stevenson are Travels with a Donkey in Cevennes (1879), A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), a book of poems, and Kidnapped (1886). Kidnapped is an exciting adventure story about David Balfour. It was followed (but not immediately) by Catriona (1893); this continues Balfour's story. The Black Arrow (1888) and The Master of Ballantrae (1889) are two more of Stevenson's adventure stories. When Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (1886) first went into English bookshops, Stevenson and Fanny were living in Bournemouth, England. ' The idea for the story came from a dream,' he told people. It is a mystery story, and the mystery is Mr Hyde. W h o is he? What is he? The book is not like a detective story.We are not trying to find out the name of the murderer. In Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde we know who the murderer is. It is Hyde. There have been many films and plays of the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. It was, and still is, one of Robert Louis Stevenson's most popular stories. Chapter 1 The Door Mr John Utterson was a lawyer and he lived in London. He seemed to be a cold man, without feeling. He never smiled, and he spoke only when it was necessary. But people liked him. There was something in his eyes that showed kindness. It showed his understanding of other people. Men and women came to him about the law, and he helped them all. It did not matter who they were. He lived a quiet and simple life. He enjoyed the theatre, but he did not visit it any more. His friends were people from his family, and very old friends from his old school. Then there was Mr Enfield. Other people could see no reason for Mr Utterson and Mr Richard Enfield to be friends. Mr Enfield was quite different from Mr Utterson. He was younger, and enjoyed going to the theatre, to parties and good restaurants. ' W h y are they friends?' people asked. 'What do they talk about when they are together ?' And the reply was: ' I f you see them on their Sunday walks, they never say any thing. They don't seem to enjoy themselves.' But the two men thought that their Sunday walks were an important part of the week. They enjoyed being together, and they enjoyed the walks. But they were often silent walks. On one of their walks the two men found themselves in a narrow street in one of the busier parts of London. It was a quiet street on a Sunday, but during the week the little shops on each side were very busy. Because the shops were successful, they were clean and brightly painted. The road was clean. It was a pleasant street to walk along. Near one end of this street, there was a break in the line of shops. There was a narrow entrance to a courtyard, and next to it was the windowless end of a tall, dark, ugly house. A door in this 1 wall was unpainted and needed repair. O ld men sometimes slept in the doorway, and small boys sometimes played on the steps and wrote their names on the door w i th their pocket knives. Mr Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the street, but Mr Enfield pointed to it w i th his walking stick. ' Have you ever noticed that door before, John?' he asked. 'Yes. Ugly, isn't i t ? ' replied Mr Utterson. ' Every time I pass it,' said Mr Enfield,' I think about a day last winter. A very strange thing happened.' ' Oh ?' said Mr Utterson.' What was it ?' Chapter 2 Mr Enfield's Story ' One dark morning, I was on my way home at about three o'clock. At first I walked a very long way without seeing anyone. Everybody was asleep. The street lights were li t , but the street was empty and silent. 'Suddenly I saw two people. One was a little man who was walking quickly towards the street corner. The other was a little girl. She was about eight or nine years old, I think. She was running as quickly as she could towards the same corner. Naturally, she ran into the little man. 'And then I saw something terrible. The girl fell down, and the man calmly walked on her. He stepped on her body! She cried out, of course, but he did not stop or turn round — he just walked away! He wasn't acting like a man — more like a mindless machine. Then the girl started screaming. ' I shouted and ran after the man. At last I caught h im by the neck, and brought h im back. Already there was a group of people round the crying child — her family, and some of her neighbours. Get a doctor!" said somebody, and one of the neighbours hurried away. 2 'Have you ever noticed that door before, John ?' ' He was quite calm — the man who stepped on the child. He did not try to escape. But he looked at me once, and my blood ran cold. I hated him. 'The people round the girl were soon joined by the doctor. The girl was not hurt very much — only frightened really, the doctor said. But there was something very unusual about it all. I felt an immediate hate for the man that I was holding. The child's family hated him too, and that was natural. But the doctor was not like us. He was the usual cold, calm scientific man. But every time he looked at the man, I saw him turn sick and white. ' " He wants to k i l l him, too," I thought. 'I understood what was in the doctor's mind. He looked at me. He knew what was in mine. ' " W e can't k i l l the man, even i f we want to," we agreed. But we promised to make as much trouble for h im as we could. ' " W e ' l l tell all our friends about this!" we told the man. "Everyone in London wi l l hear about i t ! " 'And all the time, we were keeping the women away from him. They were wild and dangerous because they were so angry. I never saw so many hate-filled faces. And there was the man, in the middle. He was frightened, but he smiled an ugly smile and did not move. '" If you want money," he said," tell me. Nobody wants trouble wi th people like you." 'We told him to give a hundred pounds to the child and her family. At first he didn't want to agree to this, but the little crowd round him looked dangerous, and at last he said,"All right, I ' l l pay." ' Next, we had to get the money. And where do you think he took us? To that ugly place w i th the door! He pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and went in. ' We waited outside. After a time, he came out wi th ten pounds in money, and a cheque for the rest. The cheque was signed, and the signature surprised me. It was the name of a famous man! I can't tell you the name, but you probably know it well. 4 " ' I don't like this," I said."You walk through a door like that at four o'clock in the morning, and come out of it w i th another man's cheque for nearly a hundred pounds! It's very unusual." ' H e smiled his ugly smile again and answered, "You don't need to worry. I ' l l stay wi th you until the banks open. And then I ' l l get the money wi th the cheque." 'The child's father, the man and I went to my house and waited there until the morning. After breakfast, we all went to the bank together, w i th the cheque. And the bank paid the money without question.' Chapter 3 T h e Cheque Mr Utterson looked shocked.' Oh, dear!' he said.' That's a terrible story!' 'Yes, I agree,' said Mr Enfield. 'It's a shocking story. Nobody would like the unpleasant man who hurt the girl . But another man signed the cheque, and he is exactly the opposite. A really fine, honest man, and very famous for his good work.' ' What is the name of the man who walked over the child ?' asked Mr Utterson. ' His name is Mr Hyde,' said Mr Enfield. 'And the man who signed the cheque? Does he live in that house?' asked Mr Utterson. 'Do you know? ' ' Behind that door ?' Mr Enfield said.' No, he doesn't. His house is in a square, but I don't remember the name of the square. The place behind the door doesn't really seem like a house. There are three windows on the first floor over the courtyard. They are always shut, but they are clean. Somebody lives there. But the houses are all near together round the courtyard. You can't be sure how many there are. There doesn't seem to be another door. And nobody uses the door that I showed you. Except the man that I have told you about.' 5 Mr Utterson walked in silence. It was clear that he was thinking. At last he said,'Are you sure that he used a key?' Mr Enfield was clearly surprised. 'Well . . . ' he began. The lawyer continued,' I 'm sorry. It must seem a strange question, but there is a reason for it. I already know the name of the man who signed the cheque.' Chapter 4 Who is Mr Hyde? That evening, Mr Utterson ate his dinner without much interest. He was not really hungry. There was too much on his mind. After dinner he usually read a book until midnight, and then went to bed. But that night he took a light and went into his office. There he opened his safe and took out an envelope. On it were the words: 'Dr Jekyll's W i l l ' . He sat down and began to read the w i l l w i th a worried look on his face. The w i l l was in Dr Jekyll's wri t ing. Mr Utterson refused to help the doctor when he wrote it. The lawyer had to keep it for the doctor - it was his job - but he did not like the w i l l . The w i l l was clear.' I f Henry Jekyll dies, his house and all his money passes into the hands of his friend and helper, Edward Hyde.' And ' if Dr Jekyll disappears for three months, the same Edward Hyde w i l l own everything immediately.' The lawyer disliked this w i l l . He did not like it as a lawyer, and it made h im angry as a person. He liked people to do things in an ordinary way. ' My dislike was very strong when Hyde was only a name,' he said to himself.' N o w I know some very unpleasant things about the man wi th that name, and it makes it worse. I thought that Jekyll was mad. N o w I ' m beginning to think he's afraid.' After some time, he put the w i l l back into his safe, then he put on a coat and hat and went out into the cold night. He went to Cavendish Square to visit his friend, the famous Dr Lanyon. 6 ' If someone knows something about this, it is Lanyon,' he thought. He soon reached Cavendish Square and his friend's house. Dr Lanyon's servant was glad to see Mr Utterson, and took the lawyer straight to the dining-room. Dr Lanyon was finishing his dinner. The doctor was a happy, healthy man with a red face. When he saw Mr Utterson, he jumped up. ' It's good to see you, Utterson,' he said.' Sit down and make yourself comfortable.' They always enjoyed their visits. After a little general talk, the lawyer spoke about Dr Jekyll. 'You and I, Lanyon, are surely Henry Jekyll's two oldest friends,' he said. ' It is a pity that the friends are not younger,' said Dr Lanyon, smiling. 'But , yes, we probably are his oldest friends. But I don't see h im very often now.' 'Oh? Is that right? I 'm surprised to hear it,' said Mr Utterson.'I thought that you were both interested in the same scientific work.' ' We were,' Dr Lanyon replied.' But then Henry Jekyll began to have some strange ideas. Ideas that I could not agree wi th . He began to go wrong, or that is my opinion. How? Wrong in the mind, I think. Of course, I am still interested in him.' Utterson waited for a minute, then asked,' D i d you ever meet a man that he knows — a man wi th the name of Hyde ?' ' Hyde ?' said Lanyon quickly.' No. I never heard Henry Jekyll say that name.' And that was all the information that Mr Utterson went home wi th that evening. But Enfield's story did not leave his mind. He could not stop thinking about it, and he slept badly that night. ' I must see this Mr Hyde,' he thought.' I must see this man that Enfield hates so strongly. The man seems to have power over Henry Jekyll. Perhaps then I shall understand the mystery of Dr Jekyll's will . ' • 7 From that day, Mr Utterson began to watch the door in the street of little shops when he had time. He watched it in the morning before he went to his office. He watched at lunchtime when the street was busy. He watched again at night under the moonlight. He was a patient man. And at last, at about ten o'clock one cold night, he heard some quick steps coming towards the door. Mr Utterson stepped into the entrance to the courtyard. The man walked quickly round the corner. He was small, and was dressed in very plain clothes. Utterson could not see the man's face clearly, but he still felt a strong dislike for him. The man walked straight towards the door, and took a key from his pocket. Mr Utterson moved out and touched him on the shoulder. ' Mr Hyde, I think ?' he said. Mr Hyde moved a step away. But if he was afraid, his fear quickly disappeared. He did not look at the lawyer's face, but he said quite coldly: 'That is my name. What do you want?' ' I see that you are going in,' the lawyer answered.' I am an old friend of Dr Jekyll's. I am sure that you have heard my name - Mr Utterson of Gaunt Street. Perhaps you'll save my tired feet and give me your permission to go in wi th you through this door.' ' You won't find Dr Jekyll at home,' replied Mr Hyde. ' He is out.' And then suddenly, but still without looking up, he said, ' H o w did you know me ?' ' Before I answer your question, wi l l you do something for me ?' said Utterson. ' Of course,' said the other man. ' Can I see your face ?' said Utterson. Mr Hyde seemed to think for a minute. Then he turned round and looked straight at Mr Utterson. ' Thank you,' said Utterson.' N o w I w i l l know you again.' 'Yes,' said Hyde. 'And you can have my address, too.' And he gave Utterson a card w i th an address in Soho. 8 Mr Hyde turned round and looked straight at Mr Utterson. Mr Utterson was surprised.' Why did he give me his address ?' he thought. ' Is he thinking of Henry Jekyll's w i l l ?' He did not show what he was feeling. He put the card in his pocket and said, 'Thank you.' 'And now I w i l l repeat my question,' said Hyde. ' How did you know me ?' ' By description.' ' Who described me ?' said Hyde. Mr Utterson thought quickly.' There are people who know both of us,'he said. ' W h o are they ?' 'Jekyll is one,' said the lawyer. ' He did not tell you about me! ' cried Mr Hyde angrily.' Don't lie! 'And moving quickly, he went to the door. He unlocked it, and disappeared into the house. Mr Utterson stood for a minute. Then he walked slowly away, turning a problem over in his mind. Mr Hyde was pale and small, and he had an ugly smile. He spoke to the lawyer in a soft, broken voice, mixing politeness and rudeness. But these were not important matters. They did not explain the feelings of hate and fear that Mr Utterson had. There was something more. The lawyer could not find a name for it. ' It is something about the man — some terrible evil,' he thought.' Oh, my poor Henry Jekyll! There is evil in the face of your new friend!' • Around the corner at the end of the street of small shops there was a square of old houses. They were nearly all flats and offices now, but one house, the second from the corner, was still owned by one person. Mr Utterson went to the door of this house and knocked. A well-dressed old servant opened the door. ' Is Dr Jekyll at home, Poole ?' asked the lawyer. 10 ' I w i l l go and see, Mr Utterson,' said Poole.' Come in.' He showed the lawyer into a large room and pointed to a big chair. ' Would you like to sit there, sir?' said Poole.' I won't be long.' ' Thank you,' said Mr Utterson. He liked waiting in this room. He usually thought how pleasant it was. But tonight he could not forget the face of Mr Hyde. It seemed to be in every corner of the room, in every moving light that burned in the fireplace. Mr Utterson was worried and afraid. He sat and thought. He did not know what to say to his friend. Then Poole came back. Mr Utterson was really quite glad when he said, 'Drjekyll has gone out, sir.' ' I saw Mr Hyde go in by the old workroom door, Poole,' he said.' Is that all right, when Dr Jekyll is out? ' 'Yes, it is usual, sir,' the servant replied. 'Are