作者：（英）罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森
出版社：外语教学与研究出版社
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化身博士试读：
简介
你是否想过变成另外一个人？是否曾看着你所认识的某个人想：“他想干什么就干什么，怎么我就不行？”你是否想到变成另外一个人，就算只有一天，你也可以随心所欲了，想干什么就干什么？没人会为此指责你的，因为没人知道那个人就是你——本来么，那已经不是你了。要是变成了另一个人该多么刺激啊！一天，偶尔一下也可以，就是别太久了，否则要是总变成别的人，也许真会成了别人，再难变回自己了。
这些想法对有的人来说是很危险的，尤其对杰基尔博士就是这样，因为他是个聪明绝顶的科学家，他找到了一种方法，把幻想变成了现实。
罗伯特·路易斯·史蒂文森（1850—1894）是苏格兰著名的小说家，著有长篇、短篇小说、旅行札记、诗歌和戏剧等作品。他的著名小说《化身博士》曾被多次搬上银幕。
1 The mysterious door
Mr Utterson the lawyer was a quiet, serious man. He was shy with strangers and afraid of showing his feelings. Among friends, however, his eyes shone with kindness and goodness. And, although this goodness never found its way into his conversation, it showed itself in his way of life. He didn't allow himself many enjoyable things in life. He ate and drank simply and, although he enjoyed the theatre, he had not been to a play for twenty years. However, he was gentler towards other men's weaknesses, and was always ready to help rather than blame them. As a lawyer, he was often the last good person that evil-doers met on their way to prison, or worse. These people often carried with them memories of his politeness and fairness.
Mr Utterson's best friend was a distant cousin called Richard Enfield, who was well known as a fun-loving 'man about town'. Nobody could understand why they were friends, as they were different from each other in every way. They often took long walks together, however, marching through the streets of London in companionable silence.
One of these walks used to take them down a narrow side-street in a busy part of London. It was a clean, busy, friendly street with bright little shops and shiny doorknockers. Near the end of this street, however, stood a dark, mysterious, windowless building. The door had neither bell nor knocker and looked dusty and uncared for. Dirty children played fearlessly on the doorstep, and nobody ever opened the door to drive them away.
One day, as Mr Enfield and his friend passed the building, Mr Enfield pointed to it.
'Have you ever noticed that place?' he asked. 'It reminds me of a very strange story.'
'Really?' said Mr Utterson. 'Tell me.'
'Well,' began Enfield, 'I was coming home about three o'clock on a black winter morning, when suddenly I saw two people. The first was a short man who was walking along the street, and the second was a little girl who was running as fast as she could. Well, the two bumped into each other and the child fell down. Then a terrible thing happened. The man calmly walked all over the child's body with his heavy boots, and left her screaming on the ground. It was an inhuman thing to do. I ran after the man, caught him and fetched him back. There was already a small crowd around the screaming child. The man was perfectly cool, but he gave me a very evil look, which made me feel sick in my stomach. The child's family then arrived, and also a doctor. The child had been sent to fetch the doctor for a sick neighbour, and was on her way home again.
'"The child is more frightened than hurt," said the doctor—and that, you would think, was the end of the story. But, you see, I had taken a violent dislike to the short man. So had the child's family—that was only natural. But the doctor, who seemed a quiet, kindly man, was also looking at our prisoner with murder in his eyes.
'The doctor and I understood each other perfectly. Together we shouted at the man, and told him we would tell this story all over London so that his name would be hated.
'He looked back at us with a proud, black look. "Name your price," he said.
'We made him agree to a hundred pounds for the child's family. With another black look, the man led us to that door over there. He took out a key and let himself into the building. Presently he came out and handed us ten pounds in gold and a cheque for ninety pounds from Coutts's Bank. The name on the cheque was a well-known one.
'"See here," said the doctor doubtfully, "it isn't usual for a man to walk into an empty house at four in the morning and come out with another man's cheque for nearly a hundred pounds."
'"Don't worry," said the man with an ugly look, "I'll stay with you until the banks open, and change the cheque myself."
'So we all went off, the doctor and the prisoner and myself, and spent the rest of the night at my house. In the morning we went together to the bank. Sure enough, the cheque was good, and the money was passed to the child's family.'
'Well, well,' said Mr Utterson.
'Yes,' said Enfield, 'it's a strange story. My prisoner was clearly a hard, cruel man. But the man whose name was on the cheque was well known all over London for his kind and generous acts. Why would a man like that give his cheque to a criminal?'
'And you don't know if the writer of the cheque lives in that building?' asked Mr Utterson.
'I don't like to ask,' said his friend. 'In my experience, it's not a good idea to ask too many questions, in case the answers are ugly, violent ones. But I've studied the place a little. It doesn't seem like a house. There's no other door, and the only person who uses that door is the man I've just described to you. There are three windows on the side of the house, which look down onto a small courtyard. The windows are shut, but they're always clean. There's a chimney too, which is usually smoking. So somebody must live there.'
The two men continued on their walk. Then Utterson broke the silence.
'Enfield,' he said, 'you're right about not asking too many questions. However, I want to ask the name of the man who walked over the child.'
'Very well,' said Enfield. 'He told us his name was Hyde.'
'What does he look like?'
'He's not easy to describe, although I remember him perfectly. He's a strange-looking man. He's short, but has a strong, heavy body. There's something wrong with his appearance, something ugly and unpleasing—no, something hateful. I disliked him at once.'
Mr Utterson thought deeply. 'Are you sure he used a key?' he asked.
'What do you mean?' asked Enfield in surprise.
'I know it must seem strange,' said his friend. 'But you see, if I don't ask you the name on the cheque, it's because I know it already...'
'Well, why didn't you tell me?' said his friend rather crossly. 'Anyway, he did have a key, and he still has it. I saw him use it only a week ago.'
Mr Utterson looked at him thoughtfully, but said nothing more.
weakness n. fault or defect of character. 缺点；弱点。
evil adj. wicked, sinful, bad, harmful. 邪恶的。
memory n. sth. that you remember. 记忆；回忆。
distant cousin a relative who does not have close blood relationship, far off in family relationship. 远房表亲。
'man about town' one who spends much time in society, in clubs, at parties etc. 交际场里的老手；爱热闹的人。
companionable adj. friendly, sociable. 友好的。
side-street minor street branching off a main street. 不是主要干道，小路，小街。
mysterious adj. difficult to understand. 神秘的；诡秘的。
uncared for not looked after, neglected. 没人理睬。
fearlessly adv. without fear. 毫不畏惧地；无所顾忌地。
doorstep n. a small step outside the main door to a house or building. 门口的台阶。
bump into come against with a blow or knock. 撞上。
calmly adv. not excited, untroubled, quiet. 平静地；镇定地。
inhuman adj. cruel, unfeeling. 无人性的，野蛮的，残忍的。
fetch v. go for and bring back sb. or sth. 接来，去拿。
violent dislike a strong feeling of hatred. 强烈的憎恶。
The doctor and I understood each other perfectly. We knew both of us wanted Hyde to pay the girl's family. 我和医生彼此心照不宣，意为要海德赔钱。
cheque n. written order (usually on a printed form) to a bank to pay money. 美国英语拼法为check [tʃek]，支票。
doubtfully adv. full of uncertainty, feeling doubt. 未确定地，怀疑地。
change the cheque give the money in return. 把支票兑成钱。
criminal n. a person who commits a crime or crimes. 罪犯。
in case if it should happen, because of a possibility. 或许，万一出现什么样的情况。
describe v. say what is like. 叙述，描述。
chimney n. structure through which smoke from a fire is carried away through the wall or roof of a building. 烟囱。
continue v. go on (being or doing), stay at/in. 仍旧；继续。
appearance n. what someone or something looks like. 外表；外观。
unpleasing adj. uncomfortable, disagreeable. 令人不舒服的。
1 一扇神秘的门
律师厄特森先生是个沉默寡言、严肃的人。在陌生人面前，他非常腼腆，不爱流露自己的情感，可当着朋友，他的眼睛总闪烁着关怀与真诚的光芒。虽然这种真与善他从不挂在嘴上，可他的待人处世能让人感觉到。在生活上，他从不放纵享乐。饮食随意、简单；即使很喜欢看戏，他也有20年没有进过剧院了。可是，他对别人的缺点却是宽容得不能再宽容了，总是想着去帮助他们而不是责备他们。作为一名律师，他经常是罪犯走进监狱或者踏上黄泉之前见到的最后一个好人。这些人的心里会一直保留着对他的温文尔雅和公正无私的记忆。
厄特森先生最要好的朋友是他的一个远房表亲，叫理查德·恩菲尔德。这个人是城里出名的“爱热闹”，交际场里的老手。谁也搞不明白他们为何是朋友，他们可真有天壤之别。但他们却经常一起散步，一走就是好远，穿过伦敦的街道，安安静静地做着伴。
有一次，他们又一起散步。走到伦敦闹市区一条狭窄的背街上。这条街干净、热闹，人们也和善，一家家亮亮堂堂的小商店，门环锃明透亮。但是就在街道的尽头，有一幢阴暗、神秘、没有窗户的楼房，门上既没有铃也没门环，还到处是灰，显然已好久没人打扫了。脏兮兮的孩子们在门口疯玩疯闹，也没人开门轰他们走。
一天，他俩路过这幢房子时，恩菲尔德指着问道：“你注意过那儿吗？它让我想起一个非常奇怪的故事。”“哦，是吗？”厄特森先生说，“给我讲讲。”“好吧。”恩菲尔德先生开始讲了，“那是个冬天的早上，天黑漆漆的，大概3点钟吧，我正要回家，突然看见两个人。头一个是个矮个子男子，正沿着街边走，第二个是个小姑娘，跑得很急。两个人一下撞到了一起，小孩儿摔倒了。接着，可怕的事发生了，那个人穿着沉甸甸的靴子，冷静地从孩子身上踩过去，小姑娘躺在地上尖叫着。做这种事真残忍。我从后面追上来，抓住那人，把他拽了回来，这时一小群人围到了又哭又叫的孩子身边。那个人非常镇静，一脸漠然，还狠狠地瞪了我一眼，真是让我反胃。孩子的家人这会儿也赶到了，还来了一个医生。原来小姑娘是去请医生给邻居家病人看病的，她正要回家。”“‘孩子与其说是伤着了不如说是吓着了。’医生是这么说的。你也许以为故事到这里就该结束了。可是你想，我对那个小个子十分厌恶，小姑娘的家人也一样——当然，这很正常，可连医生（他看上去那么和善、安静），也盯着那个罪犯看，好像恨不能把他给杀了。”“我和医生彼此心照不宣，都冲着那人大声指责，说要让整个伦敦都知道这事，让人人都唾弃他的名字。”“他生气地瞪了我们一眼，一副傲慢的样子，‘开个价吧，’他说。”“我们让他答应付给孩子的家人100英镑。他又瞪了我们一眼，把我们领到那边的那扇门口，掏出钥匙，进了楼。不一会儿，他又出来了，递给我们10镑金币和一张康茨银行的支票，上面写着90英镑，支票上的名字是大家都很熟的人。”“‘你看，’医生满腹怀疑地说，‘够奇怪的，早上4点，一个人走进一所空房子，然后又拿着另一个人签名的支票出来了，足足100镑呢！’”“‘放你的心吧，’那个一脸凶相的矮个子说，‘我和你们等到银行开门，看我自己兑钱好了。’”“我们都离开那儿，医生、那位肇事者和我到我家挨过了后半夜。到了早上，我们一道去了银行，支票是真的，没问题，钱很快就转给小姑娘的家人了。”“哦，是这样，”厄特森先生说。“是啊！”恩菲尔德说，“这事真怪。肇事者明明是个冷酷、残忍的家伙，可签支票的人却是伦敦有名善良、慷慨的人。这样的人怎么会把支票给一个罪犯呢？”“你们也不知道支票的主人是不是住在那幢房子里？”厄特森先生问。“我可不喜欢问，”他的朋友说，“根据我的经验，提太多的问题可没什么好的。万一得到的答案既令人厌恶又令人不安，那该如何是好？但我还是稍微研究了一下那个地方。它看起来不像一所房子，没别的门，唯一使用那扇门的人就是我刚才和你讲的那个家伙。房子一侧有三扇窗户，可以看到下面的小院，窗户都关着，但一直干干净净的。还有个烟囱常冒着烟，所以肯定有人在那儿住。”
两个人继续走着，厄特森忽然说：“恩菲尔德，你那条规矩挺不错，就是别问太多问题。尽管如此，我还是想问问踩着孩子身体走过去的那个人叫什么。”“当然了！”恩菲尔德说，“他告诉我们他叫海德。”“他长得什么模样？”“这一下子可说不好，虽然我清清楚楚记得他长得什么样。他长得怪异，个子虽然矮，但是身体粗壮。他的相貌有点不对劲，让人感到丑陋，不舒服——不，是让人憎恶的那种。我看他的第一眼就不喜欢他。”
厄特森先生想了好一会儿，问道：“你肯定他用了钥匙吗？”“你的意思是？”恩菲尔德一脸诧异的样子。“我知道我这么问似乎有点怪，”朋友说，“可你想，我并没问你支票上签的是谁的名字，因为我心里已经明白了……”“那你怎么不早说呢？”朋友不无恼怒地说，“甭管怎么说，那家伙的确有钥匙，上礼拜我还看见他开门来着。”
厄特森先生若有所思地看了他一眼，但没再多说什么。
2 In search of Mr Hyde
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 written in the doctor's own handwriting.
'If I die, or if I disappear for more than three months,' the will began, 'I wish to leave everything I own to my dear friend Edward Hyde.'
This will had both worried and annoyed Mr Utterson. To a lawyer it was an unusual and dangerous kind of will. It was bad enough when Edward Hyde was only an unknown name, but now that the lawyer knew something about Hyde, the will worried him more than ever. It had seemed like madness before; now it began to seem shameful. With a heavy heart Mr Utterson replaced the envelope in the cupboard, put on his coat and went to see his old friend Doctor Lanyon.
Doctor Lanyon was enjoying his after-dinner coffee. 'Come in, old friend!' he cried. The two men had known each other since their school days. They sat for several minutes, drinking coffee and talking companionably of this and that. At last Mr Utterson mentioned the thoughts that were worrying him.
'I suppose, Lanyon,' he said, 'that you and I are Henry Jekyll's oldest friends?'
'I suppose so,' said Doctor Lanyon, 'but I don't often see him now.'
'Really?' said Mr Utterson in surprise. 'I thought you and he were interested in the same things.'
'We were at one time,' said Doctor Lanyon. 'But more than ten years ago Henry Jekyll became too—well, imaginative for me. He developed some strange, wild, unscientific ideas. I told him so, and I've seen very little of him since then.'
Mr Utterson looked at his friend's red, angry face. 'Only a disagreement about some scientific question,' he thought. 'It's nothing worse than that.' Calmly he continued, 'Did you 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 he fell asleep, he was troubled by dreams. In his mind's eye he saw a faceless man marching over the child's body. Then he saw his old friend Jekyll in bed, while the same faceless figure stood over him. The facelessness of that figure worried him deeply.
'Very well, Mr Hyde,' said the lawyer to himself, 'I will find you, and I will see your face for myself.'
During the next few weeks Mr Utterson spent many hours in the narrow street where Enfield had seen Hyde. He waited patiently near the mysterious door, hoping for a sight of Mr Hyde—and one dry, clear winter night he was successful. The street was empty and silent and small sounds carried a long way. The lawyer heard footsteps. He stepped back into the shadows and waited. A short figure turned the corner and walked towards the mysterious door. Although Mr Utterson could not see his face, he felt a strong, almost violent, dislike for the stranger.
Mr Utterson stepped forward and touched him on the shoulder. 'Mr Hyde?'
'Yes, that's my name,' said the stranger coolly. 'What do you want?'
'I see that you're going in. I'm an old friend of Doctor Jekyll's. My name is Utterson. You must have heard my name—may I come in with you?'
'Doctor Jekyll is not at home,' replied Mr Hyde. 'How did you know me?' he added sharply.
'First let me see your face,' replied the lawyer.
Mr Hyde hesitated for a moment, then he stood under the street light and the lawyer saw his face. 'Thank you,' said Mr Utterson. 'Now I shall know you again. It may be useful.'
'Yes,' said Mr Hyde, 'it may indeed be useful. Here, too, is my address. You may need it one day.' He gave the lawyer his address, which was in a poor part of London.
'Good God!' thought the lawyer, 'does Hyde know about Jekyll's will? Is that what he's thinking of?' But he said nothing.
'And now,' said Mr Hyde, 'How did you know me?'
'You were described to me.'
'Who did that?'
'I know people who know you.'
'Who?' asked Mr Hyde sharply.
'Doctor Jekyll, for example,' said the lawyer.
'He never told you!' cried Mr Hyde in sudden anger. 'Don't lie to me!' And before the lawyer could answer, he turned the key in the lock and disappeared into the house.
Mr Utterson stared at the closed door. 'Why do I dislike him so much?' he said to himself. 'Enfield was right—there is something evil about the man. Poor Henry Jekyll, I'm worried about you. Your new friend will mean trouble for you.'
Round the corner from the narrow street there was a square of handsome old houses. One of these was Doctor Jekyll's house, and Mr Utterson knocked at the front door. The servant answered and told him that Doctor Jekyll was not at home.
'I saw Mr Hyde go in by the laboratory door in the street at the back of the house,' said the lawyer.
'That's right, Mr Utterson,' replied the servant. 'Mr Hyde has his own key, and comes and goes when he likes. We have orders from Doctor Jekyll to obey him.'
Mr Utterson walked home more worried than ever.
A fortnight later Doctor Jekyll gave a dinner party for a few old friends. Mr Utterson was among them and he remained after the others had left.
'I've been wanting to speak to you for some time, Jekyll,' said the lawyer, 'about your will.'
Doctor Jekyll was a tall, well-made man of fifty with a smooth, kindly face. 'My poor friend,' he said, 'you do worry unnecessarily, you know. Like poor Lanyon when I told him about my new ideas. "Imaginative rubbish" he called them... I'm very disappointed in Lanyon.'
But the lawyer did not want to talk about Doctor Lanyon. 'You know I've never agreed with your will,' he continued.
'You've told me often enough,' said his friend sharply.
'Well, I've learnt something about your friend Hyde,' continued the lawyer.
The colour of the doctor's handsome face changed from pink to greyish-white. 'I don't want to hear any more,' he said. 'You don't understand. I'm in a very difficult, painful situation.'
'Tell me everything,' said Mr Utterson, 'and I'll do my best to help you.'
'You're very kind, but this is a private matter. I'll tell you one thing—I can get rid of Mr Hyde any time I want. You must understand, however, that I take a great interest in poor Hyde. I know you've seen him—he told me, and I'm afraid he wasn't very polite to you. But I really do care about him. And if anything happens to me, I want you to promise to make sure that he inherits my money.'
'I cannot pretend that I shall ever like him,' said the lawyer.
'I'm not asking you to like him,' said his friend. 'I only ask you to help him, when I'm gone.'
'I promise,' said Mr Utterson sadly.
cupboard n. set of shelves with doors, either built into a room as a fixture, or a separate piece of furniture, you can put in documents, clothes or dishes. 柜橱。
will n. someone's written wishes that say who will inherit their money after they die. 遗嘱。
annoy v. make rather angry. 使感到不快；苦恼。
shameful adj. causing or bringing shame, dishonourable. 可耻的；丢脸的；不体面的。
replace v. put back in its place. 放回原处；接替。
imaginative adj. of, having, using imagination. 富有想像力的，幻想的。
developed some strange... ideas formed some unusual thoughts. 形成了一些奇怪的观点。
unscientific adj. not of or belonging to science. 不科学的。
disagreement n. absence of agreement. 分歧，不同意。
mind n. the part of the body in the head that thinks, feels and remembers. 脑子。
in one's mind's eye 在脑海里浮现出。
figure n. human form, especially the appearance and what it suggests. 人形；人影；形象。
patiently adv. having or showing power of enduring trouble, suffering inconvenience. 耐心地。
Good God! 哦！天哪！西方人信仰上帝，总把神挂在嘴边，尤其是惊讶或者害怕的时候。
lie v. make a statement that one knows to be not true. 撒谎。注意该词还有另外一个意思是躺下。
square n. an open area enclosed by streets and buildings. 小方场，广场。
handsome adj. of fine appearance (of men), good-looking. 英俊；漂亮（多指男性）。这里指房子富丽堂皇。
servant n. a person who is paid to work in another person's house. 仆人。
laboratory n. a room where scientists work and do experiments. 实验室。科学家工作、做实验的地方。
fortnight n. two weeks. 两星期。
well-made adj. well-built, healthy. 结实的；匀称的。
unnecessarily adv. no need. 没必要地。
disappointed adj. sad at not getting what was hoped for. 失望的。
greyish adj. somewhat grey. 灰色的。
painful adj. causing pains, sufferings. 痛苦的；难受的。
2 寻找海德先生
那天晚上，吃过饭，厄特森先生走进自己的办公室，打开柜橱上的锁，拿出一个信封，里面装的是亨利·杰基尔博士的遗嘱，是立书人亲笔写的。“如果我死了，或者三个月不见踪影，”遗嘱上写道，“我希望把所有一切留给我亲爱的朋友——爱德华·海德。”
这份遗嘱让厄特森先生坐立不安。作为一名律师，他觉得这样的遗嘱既少见又危险。今天之前，他对这个爱德华·海德一无所知，这就够糟的了。可现在知道了一些有关海德的事情，遗嘱就更让他担忧了。如果说以前这一切看起来是疯狂的，那么现在这个名字令人可耻。厄特森先生心事重重地把文件放进柜子里，穿上大衣，去找他的老朋友兰宁医生。
兰宁医生正在品着饭后的咖啡。“哈！老朋友，快进来！”他大声嚷着。他们俩从上学的时候起就认识。俩人坐在一起，一边喝咖啡，一边闲扯着，最后厄特森先生谈起了自己心中的不安。“我想，兰宁，”他说，“你我应该是亨利·杰基尔结交最久的朋友了吧？”“我想是吧，”兰宁医生说，“不过，我最近不常见他。”“哦，是吗？”厄特森有些吃惊地说，“我还以为你和他兴趣相投呢！”“曾经有过，”医生接着说，“不过，十多年前，亨利·杰基尔变得——嗯，对我来讲太不可思议了。他脑子里装了一些奇怪、荒唐、不科学的想法，我就是这么和他说的。从那以后，我就很少见到他了。”
厄特森先生看着朋友气呼呼、涨红的脸，心想：“只不过是科学见解上的分歧，并没有什么大不了的。”他不动声色地又问：“你有没有见过杰基尔的一个朋友——一个叫海德的朋友？”“海德？”医生重复了一遍这个名字，“没有，从来没有。”
不一会儿，律师道了晚安，回家睡觉了。可他躺在床上好长时间还想着恩菲尔德说的海德的样子，还有杰基尔博士的遗嘱。好不容易睡着了，可是一个梦接着一个梦，让他心绪不宁。梦里仿佛看见一个没有脸的人重重踩过孩子的身体，又看见老朋友杰基尔躺在床上，那个没有脸的人站在他身上。那个没有脸的人着实让他担心。“走着瞧，海德先生，”律师自言自语地说，“我一定要找到你，亲眼看看你的模样。”
接下来的好几个星期，厄特森先生在恩菲尔德看见海德的那狭窄的街道上徘徊了好久。他在那扇神秘的门旁耐心等着，希望能发现海德先生的踪迹。终于，一个清冷的冬夜，他遇上了海德。那天晚上，街道空荡荡的，寂静无声，一点响动都能传出去好远，律师突然听见了脚步声。他躲在阴暗处，等着。一个小个子男人转过街角，朝那扇神秘的门走去。虽然看不见陌生人的脸，但厄特森先生还是强烈地感到一种憎恨。
厄特森先生紧走几步，轻轻拍了拍那人的肩膀：“是海德先生吧？”“正是，”陌生人冷冰冰地说，“你想怎么样？”“我看见您正要进门。我是杰基尔博士的好朋友，叫厄特森，您一定听他提过我，我能和您一起进去吗？”“杰基尔博士这会儿不在家，”海德回答说。突然他机警地问道：“你怎么知道我的名字？”“先让我看看您的脸再说。”律师回答道。
海德犹豫了一下，接着站到路灯下，律师看清了他的脸，说：“谢谢您，我有幸认识您了，这也许会有用的。”“不错，”海德说，“确实会有用的。喏，还有我的地址，说不定有一天您用得着。”他说了自己的住处，在伦敦的一个贫民区。“天哪！”律师想，“海德一定知道杰基尔的遗嘱吧？他打的就是这个主意吧？”但律师没说出来。“那么，”海德问，“你怎么会知道我呢？”“听人跟我讲起过您。”“谁说的？”“咱们都认识的。”律师说。“是谁？”海德厉声问道。“譬如说，杰基尔博士。”律师答道。“他决不会和你说的！”海德突然生气地吼了起来，“别想骗我了！”还没等律师答话，他掏出钥匙开了门，消失在屋里。
厄特森先生盯着紧闭的大门，自言自语道：“我怎么那么不喜欢他呢？恩菲尔德说得对，这个人骨子里有股邪气。可怜的亨利·杰基尔，真让人为你担心，你这个新朋友会给你惹麻烦的。”
在小街的拐弯处有一个广场，里面的建筑都是些富丽堂皇的老房子，其中有一幢是杰基尔博士的。厄特森先生敲响了前门，仆人开了门，告诉他博士这会儿不在家。“我看见海德先生从屋子后面的街上，从实验室的门进来了。”律师说。“是的，厄特森先生，”仆人回答说，“海德先生自己有钥匙，想来就来，想走就走，主人吩咐过我们要服从他。”
厄特森先生回家时，心里更担心了。
两个星期后，杰基尔博士请老朋友上他家吃饭，厄特森先生也去了，而且一直呆到别人都告辞了。“杰基尔，我一直想和你谈谈，”律师说，“是你那份遗嘱的事。”
杰基尔博士五十开外，高高的个子，身材匀称，总是一副安详、和善的表情。“我可怜的朋友，”他说，“真没必要担什么心，就和那个可怜的兰宁一样，我把自己的想法告诉他，他却说是‘幻想的垃圾’……他真让我失望。”
但是律师并不想谈兰宁医生，他接着说：“你明白，我从来就没同意过你那份遗嘱！”“你早告诉过我好几回了！”博士的话有点刺耳。“那就好。不过我最近听到一些有关你的朋友海德的事。”律师继续说。
博士那英俊、红润的脸庞一下子变得灰白。“我不想再听了，”他说，“你不明白，我现在的处境有多困难，多痛苦。”“把一切都告诉我，”厄特森先生说，“我会尽力帮你的。”“你待我真好，可这是我个人的事。我只能告诉你一件事——只要我愿意，随时可以摆脱这个海德先生。但有一点希望你能理解，我对可怜的海德也极为关注。我知道你见过他——他告诉我了，我担心他对你有所冲撞，但我确实很关心他，要是我出了什么不测，你一定要保证让他继承我的财产。”“我没法假装自己喜欢他。”律师说。“我并不要求你喜欢他，”他的朋友说，“我只要你帮助他，要是我不在了。”“好吧，我答应你。”厄特森先生忧郁地说。
3 The Carew murder
One night in London, nearly a year later, a servant girl was sitting at her bedroom window, looking out at the moonlit street. She saw a tall, handsome old man with white hair coming along the street, and a shorter, younger man walking towards him. The old man spoke politely to the younger one. He seemed, the girl said later, to be asking his way. Then the girl looked more closely at the younger man and recognized him.
'It was Mr Hyde,' she said later. 'He once visited my master.'
Mr Hyde, the girl said, was carrying a heavy stick. He was playing with it impatiently as he listened to the old man. Then suddenly he seemed to explode with anger.
'He was like a madman,' the servant girl said. 'He shook his stick at the old man, who stepped back in surprise. Then he hit the old man violently with the stick and knocked him to the ground. He beat the helpless body again and again. I could hear the bones breaking... It was so terrible that I began to feel ill. Then everything went black and I don't remember any more.'
It was two o'clock in the morning before she was conscious again, and able to call the police. The murderer had disappeared, but the dead man was still lying on the ground with the murder weapon beside him. The stick had broken in the middle, and one half still lay beside the murdered man. The police decided that the murderer had carried away the other half. A gold watch and a purse were found in the dead man's pockets, but no cards or papers—except a letter addressed to Mr Utterson.
A policeman brought this letter to the lawyer the next morning. Together they drove to the police station where the body had been taken.
A police inspector showed him the body.
'Yes, I recognize him,' said Mr Utterson heavily. 'He is Sir Danvers Carew.'
'Thank you, sir,' said the inspector. 'And do you recognize this?' He showed Mr Utterson the broken stick and told him the servant girl's story.
Mr Utterson knew the stick at once. 'That's Henry Jekyll's stick!' he said to himself. 'I gave it to him long ago.'
'Is this Hyde a short, evil-looking man?' he asked.
'That's how the servant girl described him, sir,' agreed the inspector.
'Come with me,' said Mr Utterson to the inspector. 'I think I know where he lives.'
Mr Utterson led him to the address on Mr Hyde's visiting card. It was in a poor part of London, in a dirty street full of cheap bars and eating-houses. This was the home of Henry Jekyll's favourite friend—the man who would inherit Jekyll's quarter of a million pounds.
An old servant opened the door. Under her silvery hair was a smooth face with a false smile and evil eyes, but she was polite enough.
'Yes,' she said, 'Mr Hyde lives here. But he's not at home. My master came in very late last night. He left again after only an hour.'
'Was that unusual?' asked the inspector.
'Not at all,' replied the servant. 'He's often away, and frequently stays away for months at a time.'
'We would like to see his flat,' said Mr Utterson.
'Oh, I can't do that, sir—' began the servant.
'This gentleman is a police inspector,' said Mr Utterson.
'Ah!' said the servant, looking unnaturally pleased about it, 'Mr Hyde's in trouble! What's he done?'
Mr Utterson and the inspector looked at each other. 'He doesn't seem a very popular person,' said the inspector. He turned to the servant. 'Now please let us in and we'll have a look around.'
Mr Hyde had only two rooms in the house. These were extremely comfortable and in excellent taste, with beautiful pictures on the walls and rich carpets on the floor. Everything was wildly untidy, however, and the fireplace was full of half-burnt papers. Among these the detective found part of a cheque book. He also found the other half of the murder weapon.
'Excellent!' he said. 'Now let's visit the bank and see if they recognize this cheque book.'
Sure enough, the bank held several thousand pounds in an account in the name of Edward Hyde.
'We've got him now, sir,' said the inspector. 'We've got the murder weapon, and we've got his cheque book. Now we only need his description on the "Wanted" notices.'
This was not so easy. There were no photographs of the wanted man and no two people could agree about his appearance. They all agreed on one thing, however. 'An evil man, sir,' the servant girl said. 'You could see it in his face.'
moonlit adj. lit by the moon. 洒满月光；有月光的。
look... closely look at sth. attentively. 凑近仔细地看。
stick n. piece of wood cut, shaped for special purpose, a walking stick. 手杖。
explode v. of feelings burst out, show violent emotion. 爆发，爆炸。
everything went black lose one's consciousness, not to remember anything. 眼前一片漆黑。
conscious adj. awake, aware. 苏醒的，有意识的。
weapon n. sth. designed for, or used in, fighting or struggling. 武器，这里是指凶器。
police inspector a person who is in charge of a police station. 警长。
visiting card card on which a person's address is included. 名片，或叫business card，最好不要称为name card，（因为这个词指单位的人员佩戴的胸卡，亦称名卡）。
frequently adv. often, habitually. 经常地。
flat n. British English: suite of rooms on one floor of a building as a residence. 英国英语，公寓；美国英语称为apartment.
popular person person who is liked and admired. 受人欢迎的人。
comfortable adj. well-decorated, well-designed. 舒适的；安逸的。
taste n. ability to enjoy beauty, in art and literature. 味道，这里指品味。
detective n. person whose business is to detect criminals. 侦探；警长。
account n. a way of keeping your money in a bank. 账户；户头。
wanted man person who is suspected of wrong doing is being looked for by the police. 被通缉的人。
3 卡鲁命案
差不多一年以后的一天晚上，在伦敦，一个女仆坐在她卧室的窗台边，看着洒满月光的街道。这时，她看到一位满头白发、面容矍铄的高个子老人沿着马路走过来，迎着他走过来的是一个身材矮小、年纪稍轻的男人。老人彬彬有礼地和那人说着话，据女仆后来讲，他好像在问路，然后女仆又转眼看了看那个年纪稍微轻一点的人，认出了他。“是海德先生，”女仆后来讲，“他到主人家来拜访过一次。”
那姑娘说，海德先生手里拿着一根沉甸甸的手杖，一边听着老人的话，一边很不耐烦地把玩着。突然间，他好像怒气一下子爆发了。“他好像疯了一样，”女仆回忆道，“冲老先生挥着手杖，老先生往后一缩，非常惊讶，接着他抄起手杖，举起来就打，把老先生打倒在地。他拼命用手杖狠揍无助的老人，我都听见了骨头碎裂的声音……这太可怕了，我觉得一阵难受，眼前一片漆黑，就什么也不知道了。”
等她苏醒过来，已是凌晨2点了，她去报了警，凶手早已逃之夭夭。尸体还躺在地上，旁边就是凶器。手杖从中间断开了，一半滚落在尸体旁边，另一半警察断定是凶手拿走了。在死者衣袋里发现了一块金表和一个钱包，但没有名片或任何纸张，只有一封写给厄特森先生的信。
警察第二天一早就把信交给了律师。他们一起赶到警察局，尸体还在那儿停放着。
警长带他看了尸体。“不错，我认识他，”厄特森先生心情沉重地说，“他是丹佛斯·卡鲁爵士。”“谢谢您，先生，”警长说，“您也认识这个吗？”说着他拿出折断的手杖让厄特森先生看，又给他讲了女仆看到的情况。
厄特森先生一下认出了手杖，“是亨利·杰基尔的手杖！”他自言自语地说，“是我老早以前送给他的。”
他问：“这个海德先生是不是个相貌凶狠的小矮个？”“女仆是这么说的，先生。”警长附和道。“跟我来，”厄特森先生对警长说，“我想我知道他住在哪儿。”
厄特森先生把他带到海德先生名片上的地址，在伦敦的贫民区，在一条到处是低级酒馆和饭馆的街上，这就是亨利·杰基尔心爱的朋友的家，而且他还要继承杰基尔的25万英镑！
一个老女仆开了门，满头白发下面是一张光滑的脸，带着虚饰的微笑和不怀好意的眼神，但不管怎么说，她还算客气。“是啊，”她说，“海德先生是住在这儿，可这会儿他不在家。昨晚主人很晚才回来，可一个小时之后又走了。”“这样的事很少发生，是吗？”警长问。“才不呢！”仆人答道，“他经常出去，一走就是好几个月。”“我们想看看他的房间。”厄特森先生说。“哦！那可不行，先生——”女仆说。“这位先生可是警察局的警长。”厄特森先生说。“啊！”女仆叫了一声，看起来异常高兴，“海德先生出麻烦了！他干了什么？”
厄特森先生和警长彼此看了看。“海德不太得人心啊！”警长说。接着转身又对女仆说：“那么请允许我们进去看一看。”
在这幢房子里，海德只用了两个房间，都布置得十分舒适，品味高雅。墙上挂着漂亮的画，地上铺着华丽的地毯。但屋里却满地狼藉，壁炉里都是快烧尽的纸片，在这个纸片堆里，警长发现了支票簿的一部分，还找到了另一半凶器。“太好了！”他说，“现在就去银行，看他们能不能认出这个支票簿来。”
确实，银行的一个户头上以爱德华·海德的名字存了几千英镑。“先生，他已经在我们手心里了，”警长说，“有凶器，有支票簿，现在只要在‘通缉令’上描述清楚他的相貌特征就行了。”
这可不那么容易。没有通缉犯的照片，能描述他外貌的人，说法又都不一样。只有一点大家都同意，那就是，像女仆所说的：“他是个邪恶的人，从他的脸上一下子就能看出来。”
4 Doctor Jekyll receives a letter
Later that same afternoon Mr Utterson found his way to Doctor Jekyll's house. Jekyll's servant, Poole, let him in at once and took him through the kitchen and across the back garden to the laboratory behind the house. It was the first time that Mr Utterson had seen his friend's laboratory, and he looked around curiously.
The old servant led Mr Utterson through the laboratory and up some stairs to the doctor's private study above. This was a large room with tall, glass-fronted cupboards, a large mirror and a big, businesslike table. A good fire burned in the fireplace and beside it sat Doctor Jekyll, looking white and ill. In a thin, tired voice he welcomed his friend.
'Have you heard the news?' said Mr Utterson after the old servant had left.
'The newsboys were shouting about it in the street,' Doctor Jekyll said. 'A terrible business.'
'Let me ask you something,' said the lawyer. 'Sir Danvers Carew was my client, but you are my client too, and I want to know what I'm doing. You haven't tried to hide the murderer, have you?'
'Utterson, I promise you,' cried the doctor, 'I promise you I'll never see him again. I've finished with him for ever. And now, indeed, he no longer needs my help. You don't know him like I do. He's safe, quite safe. Believe me, nobody will ever hear of Hyde again.'
The lawyer listened with a serious face. He did not like his friend's feverish, excited look.
'You seem very sure of him,' he replied. 'I hope you're right. If he is caught and comes to trial, your name may be mentioned.'
'I'm absolutely sure of him,' answered Jekyll. 'I can't tell you how I know, but I'm certain. But can you please advise me about one thing? I've received a letter and I don't know whether to show it to the police. May I leave it in your hands, Utterson?'
'You're afraid, I suppose, that the letter will lead the police to Hyde?' asked the lawyer.
'No,' said Doctor Jekyll. 'I don't care what happens to Hyde. I was thinking of my own reputation... Anyway, here is the letter.'
It was written in a strange, pointed handwriting and signed 'Edward Hyde'. 'I am sorry that I have been so ungrateful in the past for your many generous acts,' it began. 'Please don't worry about me. I am quite safe and I am certain that I can escape unharmed whenever I wish.'
'Did this letter come by post?' asked the lawyer.
'No,' replied Doctor Jekyll. 'There was no postmark on the envelope. The letter came by hand.'
'Shall I keep the letter and think about it?' asked Mr Utterson.
'I want you to decide for me,' answered his client. 'I'm not sure of anything any more.'
'Very well,' said the lawyer. 'Now tell me—the part in your will about disappearing for three months or more. Was that Hyde's idea?'
'It was,' whispered Doctor Jekyll.
'He was planning to murder you,' said the lawyer. 'You've had a lucky escape.'
'I've had a lesson too,' said his client, in pain and sadness. 'Oh, what a lesson!' And he covered his face with his hands.
On his way out of the house, the lawyer stopped and spoke to Poole.
'By the way,' he said, 'a letter was handed in today for your master. Who brought it, and what did he look like?'
'Nobody came except the postman, sir,' said the servant in surprise.
'That worries me,' thought Mr Utterson as he walked home. 'Clearly the letter arrived by the laboratory door; perhaps it was even written in the study. I must think about this carefully.'
In the street the newsboys were still shouting, 'Read all about it! Terrible murder!'
The lawyer's thoughts were sad. One of his clients was dead, and the life and reputation of another were in danger. Mr Utterson did not usually ask anyone for advice. Today, however, was different.
That evening he sat by his fireside with his chief clerk, Mr Guest, beside him. The lawyer and his clerk had worked together for many years, and knew and understood each other. Also, Mr Guest had been involved in business with Doctor Jekyll and knew him well.
Outside it was foggy and dark, but the room was bright and warm and there was a bottle of good whisky on the table.
'This is a sad business about Sir Danvers Carew,' said Mr Utterson.
'Yes indeed, sir. The murderer was a madman, of course.'
'I would like your opinion about that,' replied the lawyer. 'I have a letter from the murderer here.'
Mr Guest was interested in the study of handwriting. His eyes brightened at once. 'A murderer's letter!' he said. 'That will be interesting.' He looked carefully at the writing. 'Not a madman, I think,' he said. 'But what unusual handwriting!'
Just then a servant entered with a note.
'Is that note from Doctor Jekyll?' asked Mr Guest. 'I thought I recognized the handwriting. Is it anything private, Mr Utterson?'
'Only an invitation to dinnner. Why? Do you want to see the letter?'
'Just for a moment, please, sir.' The clerk put the two letters side
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