Chapter 979:

"Ah, Mr. Utterson, talking!" the butler cried.
Utsen continued: "Now is the second question, who will do it?"
"Why, you and me, sir," was an undaunted answer.
The lawyer said: "Good point." "Regardless of the outcome, I will become your loser and become my job."
Poole continued: "There are axes in the theater." "You might take kitchen poker yourself."
The lawyer took the rude but heavy tool in his hand and kept his balance. "Did you know, Poole," he raised his head and said, "you and I are going to be in a dangerous situation?"
"You might say, sir, indeed," the butler replied.
Another said: "That's fine, then we should confess." "We both have more than we thought; let us make a clean house. You see this masked figure, do you know? "
The answer is: "Sir, it runs so fast, and this creature has been doubled that I hardly dare to swear." "But if you mean, is it Mr. Hyde?-Why, yes, I think Yes! You see, it's almost the same. And it has the same fast and light way; then who else can enter the lab door? Sir, you have not forgotten that he still had the key at the time of the murder ? But that's not all. I don't know, Mr. Utterson, have you met Mr. Hyde?"
The lawyer said: "Yes, I used to talk to him."
"Then you must know, as well as the rest of us, that this gentleman is a bit weird-something that makes a man rejuvenate-sir, I don't know how to say it, other than that, you feel that your bones are cold and cold. dilute."
Mr. Utterson said: "I think I feel your description."
"Very well, sir," Poole replied. "Well, when the masked thing like a monkey jumped from chemicals and into the cupboard, it fell from my spine like ice. Oh, I know this is not evidence, Mr. Utterson; I have learned enough books; but a person has his own feeling, and my Bible word for you is Mr. Hyde!"
"Yes, yes," the lawyer said. "My fears tend to be the same. I fear that evil has established this connection and that evil will definitely come. Indeed, I believe you; I believe that poor Harry was killed. I believe his murderer was only God’s The purpose is to tell him that he is still lurking in the victim’s room. Okay, let's get revenge by our name. It's Bradshaw."
The subpoenaer came, very white and nervous.
"Pull yourself up, Bradshaw," the lawyer said. "I know that this suspense is telling everyone. But we are going to end it now. Poole, here, I want to force us into the cabinet. If everything is fine, my shoulders should be strangely wide. At the same time, to avoid it happening. For any real problem, or any malicious person trying to escape from behind, you and the boy must walk around the corner with a pair of good sticks and pick up your position at the door of the laboratory. We will give you ten minutes to reach your radio station."
When Bradshaw left, the lawyer looked at his watch. He said, "Now Poole, let's start." Then he put the poker under his arm and brought it into the yard. The Scud has tilted on the moon and is now very dark. The blowing wind blew into the deep building, echoing the light of the candles in their footsteps until they walked into the shelter of the theater, where they sat quietly and waited. London hummed solemnly. But close at hand, the still sound was only interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the floor of the cabinet.
Poole whispered: "Sir, it will go all day." "Yes, and most of the night. Only when you get a new sample from the chemist, you have a little rest. Ah, it's a kind of order." A disgusting conscience, it’s hard to rest! Ah, sir, every step is bleeding! But, get closer again, Mr. Hartson, put your heart in your ears, Mr. Utson, tell me, it’s the doctor’s Feet?
The steps were light and strangely falling by a certain margin, because they walked too slowly. It was indeed different from Henry Jackie's heavy scream. Utterson sighed. "Is there nothing else?" he asked.
Poole nodded. "Once," he said. "Once I hear it crying!"
"Cry? How?" the lawyer said, realizing the sudden horror.
"Crying like a woman or a lost soul," the butler said. "I can't forget it, I can cry too."
But now it's over in ten minutes. Poole pierced the axe from under a pile of packed straw. The candle was placed on the nearest table to light the candle to attack; they approached the patient's foot with rapid breathing, which was still moving up and down in the silence of the night.
"Jekiel," Utterson exclaimed, "I want to see you." He paused, but there was no answer. He continued: "I give you a reasonable warning and arouse our suspicion. I must and will see you." "If it is not through fair means, it is a foul, and if it does not have your consent, it is brute force!"
The voice said: "Utterson, for God's sake, please have mercy!"
"Ah, that's not Jekyll's voice, it's Hyde's voice!" Utterson cried. "Put down the door, Poole!"
Poole threw the axe on his shoulder. One blow shook the entire building, and the red Baise door leaped towards the lock and hinge. There was a terrible scream from the cabinet, like the terror of an animal. The axe rose again, and then the panel crashed again, the frame was restricted; it was hit four times but the wood was hard, and the accessories were well crafted. Until the fifth point, the lock suddenly broke and the wreckage of the door fell inward on the carpet.
The besiegers were frightened by their own commotion and the calm of success, stepped back and stared. Place the cabinet in the quiet light before their eyes, the fire is shining on the fireplace, and the kettle is singing softly. Strain, one or two drawers, neatly placed documents on the desk, near the stove, placed tea things; you might say, this is the quietest room, but for the glass printing machine full of chemicals In all, this was the most common situation in London that night.
In the middle, it was the body of a severely twisted but still convulsing man. They got close on their toes, turned around, and saw Edward Hyde's face. He was wearing clothes that were too big for him, as big as a doctor. The rope on his face still moves like life, but life has disappeared. Utterson knew that he was looking at the body of a self-destructor through the crushed small medicine bottle in his hand and the strong smell of fruit pits in the air.
He said sternly: "We are too late, either to save or punish. Hyde keeps the account. And only we can find your master's body."
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