After dinner that evening Mr Utterson went into his office and unlocked a cupboard． He took out an envelope．It contained the will of Doctor Henry Jekyll，and was writtenin the doctor's own handwriting．

‘If I die，or if I disappear for more than three months，’thewill began，‘I wish to leave everything I own to my dearfriend Edward Hyde．’

This will had both worried and annoyed Mr Utterson． To alawyer it was an unusual and dangerous kind of will． It wasbad enough when Edward Hyde was only an unknown name，but now that the lawyer knew something about Hyde， the willworried him more than ever． It had seemed like madness before；now it began to seem shameful． With a heavy heart MrUtterson replaced the envelope in the cupboard，put on hiscoat and went to see his old friend Doctor Lanyon．

Doctor Lanyon was enjoying his after-dinner coffee．‘Comein，old friend！’ he cried． The two men had known each othersince their school days．They sat for several minutes，drinkingcoffee and talking companionably of this and that． At last MrUtterson mentioned the thoughts that were worrying him．

‘I suppose，Lanyon，’he said，‘that you and I are HenryJekyll's oldest friends？’

‘I suppose so，’said Doctor Lanyon，‘but I don't often seehim now．’

‘Really？’ said Mr Utterson in surprise．‘I thought you andhe were interested in the same things．’

‘We were at one time，’said Doctor Lanyon．‘But morethan ten years ago Henry Jekyll became too—well，imaginativefor me． He developed some strange，wild， unscientific ideas． Itold him so，and I've seen very little of him since then．’

Mr Utterson looked at his friend's red， angry face．‘Only adisagreement about some scientific question，’he thought．‘It's nothing worse than that．’ Calmly he continued，‘Didyou ever meet a friend of Jekyll's a man called Hyde？’

‘Hyde？’repeated Lanyon．‘No， never．’

Soon the lawyer said goodnight and went home to bed，where he lay awake for a long time thinking about Enfield's description of Hyde，and Doctor Jekyll's will．When at last hefell asleep，he was troubled by dreams． In his mind's eye hesaw a faceless man marching over the child's body．Then hesaw his old friend Jekyll in bed，while the same faceless figurestood over him．The facelessness of that figure worried himdeeply．

‘Very well，Mr Hyde，’said the lawyer to himself，‘I willfind you，and I will see your face for myself．’

During the next few weeks Mr Utterson spent many hoursin the narrow street where Enfield had seen Hyde．He waitedpatiently near the mysterious door， hoping for a sight of MrHyde—and one dry， clear winter night he was successful．The street was empty and silent and small sounds carried along way．The lawyer heard footsteps． He stepped back intothe shadows and waited．A short figure turned the corner andwalked towards the mysterious door． Although Mr Uttersoncould not see his face， he felt a strong， almost violent， dislikefor the stranger．

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