Chapter 974:

It was two o'clock when she walked to her side and called the police. The murderer left a long time ago. But his victim was lying in the middle of the driveway, unbelievably crushed. Although the sticks that acted are rare, very hard and heavy wood, they broke in the middle under such cruel pressure. Half of the debris rolled down in a nearby drain, and the other half was undoubtedly taken away by the murderer. A wallet and gold watch were found on the victim: but there was no card or paper, only a sealed and stamped envelope with his name and address on it, and Mr. Utson’s name and address on it .
The next morning, this was brought to the lawyer before the lawyer got out of bed. He didn't see it and was informed of the situation, as if opening solemn lips. He said: "I won't say anything until I see the body." "This may be very serious. Please be patient while I get dressed." He hurriedly finished breakfast with the same serious expression and drove to the police station. , The body was taken away. As soon as he entered the cell, he nodded.
He said: "Yes, I know him. I'm sorry, I'm Sir Danvers Carew."
The officer shouted: "Sir, God, is it possible?" The next moment, his eyes were full of professional ambition. He said: "It will bring a lot of noise." "Maybe you can help us help this person." Then he briefly described what the maid had seen and showed the broken stick.
Mr. Utterson has been embarrassed by Hyde's reputation. But when the stick was placed in front of him, he might no longer doubt it. He was shattered and suffered a severe blow, which he had personally introduced to Henry Jekyll for many years.
"Is this Mr. Hyde short?" he asked.
The official said: "The maid called him very small and looks very evil,"
Mr. Utterson reflected; then looked up, "If you want to take a taxi with me," he said, "I think I can take you to his house."
It was about nine o'clock in the morning, which was the first fog of the season. A huge chocolate-colored feather landed on heaven, but the wind was constantly flooding with these embarrassing vapors. Therefore, when the taxi climbed from street to street, Mr. Utterson saw countless glimmers and faint tones. Because it is dark as evening. There will be a strong tan light, like a strange flame. Here, in a while, the fog will be dispersed, and a ray of sunlight will sweep between the rotating garlands. Under these fast-changing glimpses, the bleak scene of Suho Town, with its muddy roads, austere passengers and its lights, has never been extinguished or reignited to resist this tragic invasion of darkness. In the eyes of lawyers, it seems that It's like a certain area of ​​a certain city in a nightmare. In addition, his thoughts are the most miserable dye. When he glanced at his companions, he realized that the terror of the law and legal officials might sometimes attack the most honest people.
The taxi stopped before the address instructions. The fog rose a little, showing him a dirty street, a gin palace, a low French restaurant, a penny change retail store, and a twopence salad. , Many children in clothes crowded there. At the door, many women of different nationalities went out, holding hands, to have a morning cup; the next moment, the fog dropped to that part again, turning brown like a tan, cutting him from the dark protective environment. This is Henry Jackie's favorite place. It is a portrait of a man who inherited a quarter million pound man.
An old silver-haired woman with an ivory face opened the door. She has a wicked face, calmed by hypocrisy: but she behaves very well. Yes, she said, this belongs to Mr. Hyde, but he is not at home. He came late that night, but left in less than an hour. That's nothing strange; his habits are very irregular and he is often absent. For example, it has been nearly two months since she saw him.
The lawyer said: "Then, we want to see his room." When the woman began to declare that it was impossible, "I better tell you who this person is," he added. "This is the Scotland Yard Inspector."
A nasty joy flashed across the woman's face. "Ah!" she said, "he is in trouble! What did he do?"
Mr. Utterson exchanged glances with the inspector. The latter observed: "He doesn't seem to be a very popular character." "Now, my good woman, let me and this gentleman see us."
The whole area of ​​the house was empty for the old woman, and Mr. Hyde only used a few rooms. But these are furnished with luxury and good taste. The closet is full of wine. The plates are silver and the napkins are elegant. There was a nice picture hanging on the wall, and Henry Jekyll gave a gift as Utsen said, he was a connoisseur. The carpet has many layers and the color is very satisfactory. However, at this moment, all rooms are scattered with traces of recent hastily looted. The clothes are lying on the floor with pockets in them. The locking drawer opens. There was a pile of ashes on the stove, as if a lot of paper had already been burned. From the ashes, the inspectors identified the end of the green checkbook that resisted the fire. The other half of the stick was found behind the door; when this aroused his suspicion, the officer declared that he was happy. A visit to the bank satisfied his satisfaction, which was defrauded of thousands of pounds by the credit of the murderer.
He told Mr. Utsen: "Sir, you might rely on it, I have him in my hand. He must have lost his head, or he will never leave the stick. The most important thing is to burn the checkbook. Why, the money is given to The man’s life. We have no choice but to wait for him at the bank and take out the flyer."
However, this final achievement was not easy. Because Mr. Hyde had few acquaintances, even the master of the maid had only met him twice. His family is nowhere to be found; he has never been photographed; like ordinary observers, few can describe him. They only agreed on one point. That is the unexpressed deformity impressed by the fugitive, which impressed his bystanders.
Letter event
Late that afternoon, when Mr. Utterson found the door to Dr. Jekyll’s house, he was immediately taken by Poole, and then dragged into the building by the kitchen office and a yard that was once a garden. Commonly known as laboratory or dissection room. The doctor bought a house from the heir of a famous surgeon. And his own taste is not chemical but anatomical, changing the position of the bricks at the bottom of the garden. This is the first time he has received a lawyer at his friend's place. He stared curiously at the dirty, windowless structure, staring at him with annoying strangeness as he passed the theater, which was once packed with eager students, now lying there silently, on the table Full of chemical instruments, the floor was full of crates, full of packing straw, and light fell dimly from the foggy dome. At the other end, a row of stairs was installed on a door covered with red shutters.
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