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 			<p>“Sir,” he said, looking <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson in the eyes, “Was that my master’s voice?”</p>
 			<p>“It seems much changed,” replied the lawyer, very pale, but giving look for look.</p>
 			<p>“Changed? Well, yes, I think so,” said the butler. “Have I been twenty years in this man’s house, to be deceived about his voice? No, sir; master’s made away with; he was made away with eight days ago, when we heard him cry out upon the name of God; and who’s in there instead of him, and why it stays there, is a thing that cries to Heaven, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson!”</p>
-			<p>“This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my man,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson, biting his finger. “Suppose it were as you suppose, supposing <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Jekyll to have been⁠—well, murdered what could induce the murderer to stay? That won’t hold water; it doesn’t commend itself to reason.”</p>
+			<p>“This is a very strange tale, Poole; this is rather a wild tale my man,” said <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson, biting his finger. “Suppose it were as you suppose, supposing <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Jekyll to have been⁠—well, murdered, what could induce the murderer to stay? That won’t hold water; it doesn’t commend itself to reason.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson, you are a hard man to satisfy, but I’ll do it yet,” said Poole. “All this last week (you must know) him, or it, whatever it is that lives in that cabinet, has been crying night and day for some sort of medicine and cannot get it to his mind. It was sometimes his way⁠—the master’s, that is⁠—to write his orders on a sheet of paper and throw it on the stair. We’ve had nothing else this week back; nothing but papers, and a closed door, and the very meals left there to be smuggled in when nobody was looking. Well, sir, every day, aye, and twice and thrice in the same day, there have been orders and complaints, and I have been sent flying to all the wholesale chemists in town. Every time I brought the stuff back, there would be another paper telling me to return it, because it was not pure, and another order to a different firm. This drug is wanted bitter bad, sir, whatever for.”</p>
 			<p>“Have you any of these papers?” asked <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Utterson.</p>
 			<p>Poole felt in his pocket and handed out a crumpled note, which the lawyer, bending nearer to the candle, carefully examined. Its contents ran thus: “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Jekyll presents his compliments to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Messrs.</abbr> Maw. He assures them that their last sample is impure and quite useless for his present purpose. In the year 18⁠—, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">J.</abbr> purchased a somewhat large quantity from <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Messrs.</abbr> <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:personal-name">M.</abbr> He now begs them to search with most sedulous care, and should any of the same quality be left, forward it to him at once. Expense is no consideration. The importance of this to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">J.</abbr> can hardly be exaggerated.” So far the letter had run composedly enough, but here with a sudden splutter of the pen, the writer’s emotion had broken loose. “For God’s sake,” he added, “find me some of the old.”</p>

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 			<p>On the ninth of January, now four days ago, I received by the evening delivery a registered envelope, addressed in the hand of my colleague and old school companion, Henry Jekyll. I was a good deal surprised by this; for we were by no means in the habit of correspondence; I had seen the man, dined with him, indeed, the night before; and I could imagine nothing in our intercourse that should justify formality of registration. The contents increased my wonder; for this is how the letter ran:</p>
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 				<p epub:type="se:letter.dateline">“10th December, 18⁠—.</p>
-				<p>“Dear Lanyon⁠—You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me tonight, I am lost. You might suppose, after this preface, that I am going to ask you for something dishonourable to grant. Judge for yourself.</p>
+				<p>“Dear Lanyon⁠—You are one of my oldest friends; and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember, at least on my side, any break in our affection. There was never a day when, if you had said to me, ‘Jekyll, my life, my honour, my reason, depend upon you,’ I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you. Lanyon, my life, my honour, my reason, are all at your mercy; if you fail me tonight, I am lost. You might suppose, after this preface, that I am going to ask you for something dishonourable to grant. Judge for yourself.</p>
 				<p>“I want you to postpone all other engagements for tonight⁠—aye, even if you were summoned to the bedside of an emperor; to take a cab, unless your carriage should be actually at the door; and with this letter in your hand for consultation, to drive straight to my house. Poole, my butler, has his orders; you will find him waiting your arrival with a locksmith. The door of my cabinet is then to be forced: and you are to go in alone; to open the glazed press (letter E) on the left hand, breaking the lock if it be shut; and to draw out, with all its contents as they stand, the fourth drawer from the top or (which is the same thing) the third from the bottom. In my extreme distress of mind, I have a morbid fear of misdirecting you; but even if I am in error, you may know the right drawer by its contents: some powders, a phial and a paper book. This drawer I beg of you to carry back with you to Cavendish Square exactly as it stands.</p>
 				<p>“That is the first part of the service: now for the second. You should be back, if you set out at once on the receipt of this, long before midnight; but I will leave you that amount of margin, not only in the fear of one of those obstacles that can neither be prevented nor foreseen, but because an hour when your servants are in bed is to be preferred for what will then remain to do. At midnight, then, I have to ask you to be alone in your consulting room, to admit with your own hand into the house a man who will present himself in my name, and to place in his hands the drawer that you will have brought with you from my cabinet. Then you will have played your part and earned my gratitude completely. Five minutes afterwards, if you insist upon an explanation, you will have understood that these arrangements are of capital importance; and that by the neglect of one of them, fantastic as they must appear, you might have charged your conscience with my death or the shipwreck of my reason.</p>
 				<p>“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</p>