STORYOFTHEDOOR
Mr.
Uttersonthelawyerwas
ein
amanofaruggedcountenancethatwasnie
neverlightedbyasmile;kalt
cold,scantyandembarrassedindiscourse;backwardinsentiment;
lean,
lang
long,dusty,drearyandyetsomehowlovable.Atfriendlymeetings,
und
andwhenthewinewastohistaste,etwas
somethingeminentlyhumanbeaconedfromhiseye;etwas
somethingindeedwhichneverfounditsweg
wayintohistalk,butwhichspokenotnur
onlyinthesesilentsymbolsoftheafter-dinnerface,butmoreoftenund
andloudlyintheactsofhislife.Hewasausterewithhimself;
drankgin
wenn
whenhewasalone,tomortifyatasteforvintages;und
andthoughheenjoyedthetheatre,hadnotcrossedthedoorsofonefortwentyyears.Aber
Buthehadanapprovedtoleranceforothers;manchmal
sometimeswondering,almostwithenvy,atthehighpressureofspiritsinvolvedintheirmisdeeds;und
andinanyextremityinclinedtohelfen
helpratherthantoreprove.“IinclinetoCain’sheresy,”heusedtosayquaintly:
“I
ließ
letmybrothergotothedevilinhisownway.”Inthischaracter,itwasfrequentlyhisfortunetobe
der
thelastreputableacquaintanceandder
thelastgoodinfluenceinder
thelivesofdowngoingmen.Und
Andtosuchasthese,solongastheykamen
cameabouthischambers,henie
nevermarkedashadeofchangeinhisdemeanour.Kein
Nodoubtthefeatwasleicht
easytoMr.Utterson;forhewasundemonstrativeat
der
thebest,andevenhisfriendshipseemedtobefoundedinasimilarcatholicityofgood-nature.Itisthemarkofamodestmantoaccepthisfriendlycircleready-madefromthehandsofopportunity;
und
andthatwasthelawyer’sweg
way.Hisfriendswerethoseofhisownbloodorthosewhomhehadknown
die
thelongest;hisaffections,likeivy,werethegrowthof
zeit
time,theyimpliednoaptnessintheobject.Hence,nodoubtthebondthatunitedhimtoMr.RichardEnfield,hisdistantkinsman,thewell-known
mann
manabouttown.Itwas
eine
anuttocrackforviele
many,whatthesetwocouldsehen
seeineachother,orwhatsubjecttheykonnten
couldfindincommon.ItwasreportedbythosewhoencounteredthemintheirSundaywalks,
dass
thattheysaidnothing,lookedsingularlydullund
andwouldhailwithobviousrelieftheappearanceofafriend.Forallthat,thetwomenputthegreateststorebytheseexcursions,countedthemthechiefjewelof
jeder
eachweek,andnotonlysetasideoccasionsofpleasure,sondern
butevenresistedthecallsofbusiness,thattheymightenjoythemuninterrupted.Itchancedononeoftheserambles
dass
thattheirwayledthemdownaby-streetinabusyquarterofLondon.Die
Thestreetwassmallandwhatiscalledruhig
quiet,butitdroveathrivingtradeondie
theweekdays.Theinhabitantswere
alle
alldoingwell,itseemedund
andallemulouslyhopingtotun
dobetterstill,andlayingoutthesurplusoftheirgrainsincoquetry;sothattheshopfrontsstood
entlang
alongthatthoroughfarewithanairofinvitation,likerowsofsmilingsaleswomen.Selbst
EvenonSunday,whenitveileditsmehr
morefloridcharmsandlaycomparativelyemptyofpassage,thestraße
streetshoneoutincontrasttoitsdingyneighbourhood,likeein
afireinaforest;und
andwithitsfreshlypaintedshutters,well-polishedbrasses,und
andgeneralcleanlinessandgaietyofnote,instantlycaughtund
andpleasedtheeyeofthepassenger.Zwei
Twodoorsfromonecorner,onthelefthand
handgoingeastthelinewasgebrochen
brokenbytheentryofacourt;und
andjustatthatpointein
acertainsinisterblockofbuildingthrustforwarditsgableondie
thestreet.Itwastwostoreys
hoch
high;showednowindow,nothingbut
eine
adooronthelowerstoreyund
andablindforeheadofdiscolouredwallontheupper;und
andboreineveryfeature,die
themarksofprolongedandsordidnegligence.Die
Thedoor,whichwasequippedwithneitherbellnorknocker,wasblisteredund
anddistained.Trampsslouchedinto
die
therecessandstruckmatchesondie
thepanels;childrenkeptshopupon
den
thesteps;theschoolboyhadtriedhisknifeonthemouldings;
und
andforcloseonageneration,noonehadappearedtodriveawaytheserandomvisitorsortorepairtheirravages.Mr.
Enfield
und
andthelawyerwereonder
theothersideoftheby-street;aber
butwhentheycameabreastofder
theentry,theformerliftedhoch
uphiscaneandpointed.“Didyoueverremarkthatdoor?”
he
fragte
asked;andwhenhiscompanionhadrepliedintheaffirmative,“Itisconnectedinmymind,”addedhe,“witha
sehr
veryoddstory.”“Indeed?”
saidMr.Utterson,withaslightchangeofvoice,“andwhatwasthat?”
“Well,itwasthisway,”returnedMr.Enfield:
“Iwascominghomefromsome
ort
placeattheendofder
theworld,aboutthreeo’clockofablackwintermorning,und
andmywaylaythroughateil
partoftownwheretherewasliterallynichts
nothingtobeseenbutlamps.Straße
Streetafterstreetandallthefolksasleep—streetnach
afterstreet,alllightedupasifforaprocessionund
andallasemptyasachurch—tillatlastIgotintoso
thatstateofmindwhenamann
manlistensandlistensandbeginstolongforthesightofapoliceman.Allatonce,I
sah
sawtwofigures:onealittle
mann
manwhowasstumpingalongeastwardatagoodspaziergang
walk,andtheotheramädchen
girlofmaybeeightorzehn
tenwhowasrunningashardasshewasablehinunter
downacrossstreet.Well,
sir
sir,thetworanintooneanothernaturallyenoughatthecorner;und
andthencamethehorribleteil
partofthething;forthe
mann
mantrampledcalmlyoverthechild’skörper
bodyandleftherscreamingontheground.It
klingt
soundsnothingtohear,butitwashellishtosehen
see.Itwasn’tlikea
mann
man;itwaslikesomedamnedJuggernaut.
Igavea
paar
fewhalloa,tooktomyheels,collaredmygentleman,und
andbroughthimbacktowo
wheretherewasalreadyquiteagroupüber
aboutthescreamingchild.Hewasperfectly
kühl
coolandmadenoresistance,aber
butgavemeonelook,souglythatitbroughtoutden
thesweatonmelikerunning.Die
Thepeoplewhohadturnedoutweredie
thegirl’sownfamily;and
ziemlich
prettysoon,thedoctor,forwhomshehadbeengeschickt
sentputinhisappearance.Nun
Well,thechildwasnotviel
muchtheworse,morefrightened,accordingtothesawbones;und
andthereyoumighthavesupposedwouldbeanende
endtoit.Buttherewasonecuriouscircumstance.
Ihadtakenaloathingtomygentlemanatfirstsight.
Sohad
die
thechild’sfamily,whichwasnur
onlynatural.Butthedoctor’s
fall
casewaswhatstruckme.Hewas
der
theusualcutanddryapothecary,ofnoparticularageund
andcolour,withastrongEdinburghaccentund
andaboutasemotionalaseine
abagpipe.Well,sir,hewaslike
der
therestofus;everytimehelookedatmyprisoner,I
sah
sawthatsawbonesturnsickund
andwhitewiththedesiretotöten
killhim.Iknewwhatwasinhis
verstand
mind,justasheknewwhatwasinmine;und
andkillingbeingoutofdas
thequestion,wedidthenextbest.We
sagten
toldthemanwecouldund
andwouldmakesuchascandaloutofthisasshouldmachen
makehisnamestinkfromeinem
oneendofLondontotheother.Wenn
Ifhehadanyfriendsorirgendwelche
anycredit,weundertookthathesollte
shouldlosethem.Andall
die
thetime,aswewerepitchingitinrot
redhot,wewerekeepingdie
thewomenoffhimasbestwekonnten
couldfortheywereaswildasharpies.I
nie
neversawacircleofsuchhatefulfaces;und
andtherewasthemaninthemiddle,withaart
kindofblacksneeringcoolness—frightenedauch
too,Icouldseethat—butcarryingitoff,sir
sir,reallylikeSatan.‘Ifyouchoosetomakecapital
aus
outofthisaccident,’saidhe,‘Iamnaturallyhelpless.Kein
Nogentlemanbutwishestoavoideine
ascene,’sayshe.‘Nameyourfigure.’
Nun
Well,wescrewedhimuptoahundredpoundsfordie
thechild’sfamily;hewouldhaveclearlylikedtostickout;
aber
buttherewassomethingaboutdas
thelotofusthatmeantmischief,und
andatlasthestruck.Das
Thenextthingwastogetdas
themoney;andwheredoyou
glaubst
thinkhecarriedusbuttodass
thatplacewiththedoor?—whippedoutein
akey,wentin,andpresentlykam
camebackwiththematterofzehn
tenpoundsingoldandein
achequeforthebalanceonCoutts’s,drawnpayabletobearerund
andsignedwithanamedass
thatIcan’tmention,thoughit’soneofthepointsofmygeschichte
story,butitwasaname
nameatleastverywellknownund
andoftenprinted.Thefigurewasstiff;
aber
butthesignaturewasgoodformehr
morethanthatifitwasnur
onlygenuine.Itookthelibertyofpointingouttomygentleman
dass
thatthewholebusinesslookedapocryphal,und
andthatamandoesnot,inrealleben
life,walkintoacellardooratvier
fourinthemorningandcomeoutwithanotherman’schequeforcloseuponahundredpounds.Aber
Buthewasquiteeasyund
andsneering.‘Setyourmindatrest,’sayshe,‘I
werde
willstaywithyoutillthebanksöffnen
openandcashthechequemyself.’Sowealle
allsetoff,thedoctor,und
andthechild’sfather,andourfreund
friendandmyself,andpassedtherest
restofthenightinmychambers;und
andnextday,whenwehadbreakfasted,gingen
wentinabodytothebank.Igavein
den
thechequemyself,andsaidIhadeverygrund
reasontobelieveitwasaforgery.Not
ein
abitofit.Thechequewasgenuine.”
“Tut-tut!”
saidMr.Utterson.
“I
sehe
seeyoufeelasIdo,”saidMr.Enfield.“Yes,it’s
eine
abadstory.Formy
mann
manwasafellowthatniemand
nobodycouldhavetodowith,ein
areallydamnableman;andthe
person
personthatdrewthechequeistheverypinkoftheproprieties,celebratedauch
too,and(whatmakesitworse)einer
oneofyourfellowswhotun
dowhattheycallgood.Blackmail,Isuppose;
ein
anhonestmanpayingthroughthenoseforeinige
someofthecapersofhisyouth.BlackMailHouseiswhatIcallthe
ort
placewiththedoor,inconsequence.Obwohl
Thougheventhat,youknow,isfarfromexplainingall,”headded,und
andwiththewordsfellintoeine
aveinofmusing.FromthishewasrecalledbyMr.Utterson
fragte
askingrathersuddenly:“Andyoudon’t
wissen
knowifthedrawerofder
thechequelivesthere?”“Alikely
ort
place,isn’tit?”returnedMr.Enfield.
“ButIhappentohavenoticedhisaddress;
helivesinsomesquareorother.”
“Andyou
nie
neveraskedaboutthe—placewithder
thedoor?”saidMr.Utterson.
“No,
sir
sir;Ihadadelicacy,”was
die
thereply.“Ifeelverystronglyaboutputtingquestions;
itpartakestoo
viel
muchofthestyleofthedayofjudgment.You
beginnen
startaquestion,andit’slikestartingeine
astone.Yousitquietlyonthetopofahill;
und
andawaythestonegoes,startingothers;und
andpresentlysomeblandoldbird(theletzte
lastyouwouldhavethoughtof)isknockedonthekopf
headinhisownbackgardenund
andthefamilyhavetoändern
changetheirname.Nosir,Imakeitaruleofmine:
die
themoreitlookslikeQueerStreet
Street,thelessIask.”“A
sehr
verygoodrule,too,”saidder
thelawyer.“ButIhavestudied
den
theplaceformyself,”continuedMr.Enfield.“Itseemsscarcely
ein
ahouse.Thereisno
andere
otherdoor,andnobodygoesinoraus
outofthatonebut,einmal
onceinagreatwhile,der
thegentlemanofmyadventure.Thereare
drei
threewindowslookingonthecourtonden
thefirstfloor;nonebelow;
die
thewindowsarealwaysshutaber
butthey’reclean.Andthenthereisachimney
der
whichisgenerallysmoking;so
jemand
somebodymustlivethere.And
doch
yetit’snotsosure;forthebuildingsaresopackedtogetheraboutthecourt,thatit’s
schwer
hardtosaywhereoneendsund
andanotherbegins.”Thepairwalkedon
wieder
againforawhileinsilence;und
andthen“Enfield,”saidMr.Utterson,“that’seine
agoodruleofyours.”“Yes,I
glaube
thinkitis,”returnedEnfield.“Butforallthat,”continuedthelawyer,“there’sone
punkt
pointIwanttoask.Iwantto
fragen
askthenameofthatmanwhowalkedüber
overthechild.”“Well,”saidMr.Enfield,“Ican’t
sehen
seewhatharmitwoulddo.Itwas
ein
amanofthenameofHyde.”“Hm,”saidMr.Utterson.
“Whatsortof
ein
amanishetosee?”“Heisnot
leicht
easytodescribe.Thereissomethingwrongwithhisappearance;
etwas
somethingdispleasing,somethingdown-rightdetestable.I
nie
neversawamanIsodisliked,und
andyetIscarceknowwarum
why.Hemustbedeformedsomewhere;
hegives
ein
astrongfeelingofdeformity,althoughIcouldn’tspecifythepunkt
point.He’sanextraordinarylooking
mann
man,andyetIreallykann
cannamenothingoutoftheweg
way.No,sir;
Ican
machen
makenohandofit;Ican’tdescribe
ihn
him.Andit’snotwantofmemory;
forIdeclareI
kann
canseehimthismoment.”Mr.
Utterson
wieder
againwalkedsomewayinsilenceund
andobviouslyunderaweightofconsideration.“Youare
sicher
sureheusedakey?”heinquiredatlast.
“Mydearsir...”
beganEnfield,surprisedoutofhimself.
“Yes,Iknow,”saidUtterson;
“Iknowit
muss
mustseemstrange.Thefactis,
wenn
ifIdonotaskyouder
thenameoftheotherpartei
party,itisbecauseIknowitschon
already.Yousee,Richard,yourtalehas
gegangen
gonehome.Ifyouhavebeeninexactinany
punkt
pointyouhadbettercorrectit.”“I
glaube
thinkyoumighthavewarnedme,”returnedder
theotherwithatouchofsullenness.“ButIhavebeenpedanticallyexact,asyou
nennen
callit.Thefellowhadakey;
und
andwhat’smore,hehasitstill.I
gesehen
sawhimuseitnotawoche
weekago.”Mr.
Uttersonsigheddeeply
aber
butsaidneveraword;und
andtheyoungmanpresentlyresumed.“Hereisanotherlessontosaynothing,”saidhe.
“Iamashamedofmy
lange
longtongue.Letusmake
eine
abargainnevertorefertothisagain.”“Withallmyheart,”said
der
thelawyer.SEARCHFORMR.HYDE
ThateveningMr.Utterson
kam
camehometohisbachelorhouseinsombrespiritsund
andsatdowntodinnerohne
withoutrelish.Itwashiscustomof
ein
aSunday,whenthismealwasover,tositzen
sitclosebythefire,ein
avolumeofsomedrydivinityonhisreadingdesk,untiltheclockoftheneighbouringchurchrangoutthestunde
houroftwelve,whenhewürde
wouldgosoberlyandgratefullytobett
bed.Onthisnighthowever,assoonas
das
theclothwastakenaway,hetookupeine
acandleandwentintohisbusinessroom.Dort
Thereheopenedhissafe,tookfromthemostprivateteil
partofitadocumentendorsedontheenvelopeasDr.Jekyll’sWillund
andsatdownwithacloudedbrowtostudyitscontents.The
wurde
willwasholograph,forMr.Uttersonobwohl
thoughhetookchargeofitnun
nowthatitwasmade,hadrefusedtolendthegeringste
leastassistanceinthemakingofes
it;itprovidednotonly
dass
that,incaseofthedeceaseofHenryJekyll,M.D.,D.C.L.,L.L.D.,F.R.S.,etc.,allhispossessionsweretopassintothehandsofhis“friendund
andbenefactorEdwardHyde,”butdass
thatincaseofDr.Jekyll’s“disappearanceorunexplainedabsenceforanyperiodexceedingdrei
threecalendarmonths,”thesaidEdwardHydesollte
shouldstepintothesaidHenryJekyll’sshoesohne
withoutfurtherdelayandfreefromanyburthenorobligationbeyondthepaymentofafewsmallsumstothemembersofthedoctor’shousehold.Dieses
Thisdocumenthadlongbeender
thelawyer’seyesore.Itoffendedhimbothasalawyer
und
andasaloverofthesaneund
andcustomarysidesoflife,towhomthefancifulwastheimmodest.Und
AndhithertoitwashisignoranceofMr.Hydethathadswelledhisindignation;jetzt
now,byasuddenturn,itwashisknowledge.Itwas
schon
alreadybadenoughwhenthename
namewasbutanameofwhichhekonnte
couldlearnnomore.Itwasworse
als
whenitbegantobeclotheduponwithdetestableattributes;und
andoutoftheshifting,insubstantialmistsso
thathadsolongbaffledhiseye,thereleapedupthesudden,definitepresentmentofafiend.“I
dachte
thoughtitwasmadness,”hesaid,ashereplacedtheobnoxiouspaperinthesafe
safe,“andnowIbegintofearitisdisgrace.”Withthatheblew
aus
outhiscandle,putonagreatcoat,und
andsetforthinthedirectionofCavendishSquare,thatcitadelofmedicine,wo
wherehisfriend,thegreatDr.Lanyon,hadhishaus
houseandreceivedhiscrowdingpatients.“If
jemand
anyoneknows,itwillbeLanyon,”hehadgedacht
thought.Thesolemnbutlerknew
und
andwelcomedhim;