Chapter: REMARKABLE INCIDENT OF DR. LANYON

TIME ran on; thousands of pounds were offered in reward, for the
death of Sir Danvers was resented as a public injury; but Mr. Hyde
had disappeared out of the ken of the police as though he had never
existed. Much of his past was unearthed, indeed, and all
disreputable: tales came out of the man's cruelty, at once so
callous and violent; of his vile life, of his strange associates,
of the hatred that seemed to have surrounded his career; but of his
present whereabouts, not a whisper. From the time he had left the
house in Soho on the morning of the murder, he was simply blotted
out; and gradually, as time drew on, Mr. Utterson began to recover
from the hotness of his alarm, and to grow more at quiet with
himself. The death of Sir Danvers was, to his way of thinking, more
than paid for by the disappearance of Mr. Hyde. Now that that evil
influence had been withdrawn, a new life began for Dr. Jekyll. He
came out of his seclusion, renewed relations with his friends,
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and entertainer; and whilst he had always been known for
charities, he was now no less distinguished for religion. He was
busy, he was much in the open air, he did good; his face seemed to
open and brighten, as if with an inward consciousness of service;
and for more than two months, the doctor was at peace.

On the 8th of January Utterson had dined at the doctor's with a
small party; Lanyon had been there; and the face of the host had
looked from one to the other as in the old days when the trio were
inseparable friends. On the 12th, and again on the 14th, the door
was shut against the lawyer. "The doctor was confined to the
house," Poole said, "and saw no one." On the 15th, he tried again,
and was again refused; and having now been used for the last two
months to see his friend almost daily, he found this return of
solitude to weigh upon his spirits. The fifth night he had in Guest
to dine with him; and the sixth he betook himself to Dr. Lanyon's.

There at least he was not denied admittance; but when he came in,
he was shocked at the change which had taken place in the doctor's
appearance. He had his death-warrant written legibly upon his face.
The rosy man had grown pale; his flesh had fallen away; he was
visibly balder and older; and yet it was not so much, these tokens
of a swift physical decay that arrested the lawyer's notice, as a
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some deep-seated terror of the mind. It was unlikely that the
doctor should fear death; and yet that was what Utterson was
tempted to suspect. "Yes," he thought; "he is a doctor, he must
know his own state and that his days are counted; and the knowledge
is more than he can bear." And yet when Utterson remarked on his
ill-looks, it was with an air of greatness that Lanyon declared
himself a doomed man.

"I have had a shock," he said, "and I shall never recover. It is a
question of weeks. Well, life has been pleasant; I liked it; yes,
sir, I used to like it. I sometimes think if we knew all, we should
be more glad to get away."

"Jekyll is ill, too," observed Utterson. "Have you seen him?"

But Lanyon's face changed, and he held up a trembling hand. "I wish
to see or hear no more of Dr. Jekyll," he said in a loud, unsteady
voice. "I am quite done with that person; and I beg that you will
spare me any allusion to one whom I regard as dead."

"Tut-tut," said Mr. Utterson; and then after a considerable pause,
"Can't I do anything?" he inquired. "We are three very old friends,
Lanyon; we shall not live to make others."

"Nothing can be done," returned Lanyon; "ask himself."

"He will not see me," said the lawyer.

"I am not surprised at that," was the reply. "Some day, Utterson,
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perhaps come to learn the right and wrong of this. I cannot tell
you. And in the meantime, if you can sit and talk with me of other
things, for God's sake, stay and do so; but if you cannot keep clear
of this accursed topic, then, in God's name, go, for I cannot bear
it."

As soon as he got home, Utterson sat down and wrote to Jekyll,
complaining of his exclusion from the house, and asking the cause
of this unhappy break with Lanyon; and the next day brought him a
long answer, often very pathetically worded, and sometimes darkly
mysterious in drift. The quarrel with Lanyon was incurable. "I do
not blame our old friend," Jekyll wrote, "but I share his view
that we must never meet. I mean from henceforth to lead a life of
extreme seclusion; you must not be surprised, nor must you doubt
my friendship, if my door is often shut even to you. You must
suffer me to go my own dark way. I have brought on myself a
punishment and a danger that I cannot name. If I am the chief of
sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. I could not think that
this earth contained a place for sufferings and terrors so
unmanning; and you can do but one thing, Utterson, to lighten
this destiny, and that is to respect my silence." Utterson was
amazed; the dark influence of Hyde had been withdrawn, the doctor
had returned to his old tasks and amities; a week ago, the
prospect had smiled with every promise of a cheerful and an
honoured age;

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and now in a moment, friendship, and peace of mind, and the whole
tenor of his life were wrecked. So great and unprepared a change
pointed to madness; but in view of Lanyon's manner and words,
there must lie for it some deeper ground.

A week afterwards Dr. Lanyon took to his bed, and in something
less than a fortnight he was dead. The night after the funeral,
at which he had been sadly affected, Utterson locked the door of
his business room, and sitting there by the light of a melancholy
candle, drew out and set before him an envelope addressed by the
hand and sealed with the seal of his dead friend. "PRIVATE: for
the hands of G. J. Utterson ALONE and in case of his predecease
to be destroyed unread," so it was emphatically superscribed; and
the lawyer dreaded to behold the contents. "I have buried one
friend to-day," he thought: "what if this should cost me
another?" And then he condemned the fear as a disloyalty, and
broke the seal. Within there was another enclosure, likewise
sealed, and marked upon the cover as "not to be opened till the
death or disappearance of Dr. Henry Jekyll." Utterson could not
trust his eyes. Yes, it was disappearance; here again, as in the
mad will which he had long ago restored to its author, here again
were the idea of a disappearance and the name of Henry Jekyll
bracketed. But in the will, that idea had sprung from the
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the man Hyde; it was set there with a purpose all too plain and
horrible. Written by the hand of Lanyon, what should it mean? A
great curiosity came on the trustee, to disregard the prohibition
and dive at once to the bottom of these mysteries; but
professional honour and faith to his dead friend were stringent
obligations; and the packet slept in the inmost corner of his
private safe.

It is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it; and
it may be doubted if, from that day forth, Utterson desired the
society of his surviving friend with the same eagerness. He
thought of him kindly; but his thoughts were disquieted and
fearful. He went to call indeed; but he was perhaps relieved to
be denied admittance; perhaps, in his heart, he preferred to
speak with Poole upon the doorstep and surrounded by the air and
sounds of the open city, rather than to be admitted into that
house of voluntary bondage, and to sit and speak with its
inscrutable recluse. Poole had, indeed, no very pleasant news to
communicate. The doctor, it appeared, now more than ever confined
himself to the cabinet over the laboratory, where he would
sometimes even sleep; he was out of spirits, he had grown very
silent, he did not read; it seemed as if he had something on his
mind. Utterson became so used to the unvarying character of these
reports, that he fell off little by little in the frequency of
his visits.

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 The search for Hyde goes on. Thousands of pounds are offered in reward to anyone who has information on the whereabouts of Hyde. Strange tales start to emerge about his past misdeeds, but nobody knows where he presently is. Mr. Utterson gradually recovers from the shock and sorrow of Sir Danvers' murder. With Hyde gone, Dr. Jekyll recovers his health and happiness and leads an even more admirable and distinguished life than before. For more than two months, he is at peace. Utterson visits Dr. Jekyll almost daily. On January 8th, he attends a dinner party at which Dr. Lanyon is present, and Jekyll seems overjoyed to be in the company of his old friends. Four days later, however, Utterson is turned away at the door by Poole, who says that Dr. Jekyll has gone into seclusion and is seeing no one. After being turned away several times, he goes to see Dr. Lanyon. When he meets Lanyon, he is shocked to discover that he looks old, ill, and near death. Lanyon tells Utterson that he has had a shock from which he will never recover and that he is a doomed man, soon to die. He speaks mysteriously of having knowledge that has ruined life for him: "I sometimes think if we knew all, we should be more than glad to get away." Utterson says that Dr. Jekyll is also ill and inquires whether Lanyon has seen him. Lanyon holds up a trembling hand and says that he does not wish speak of that man, whom he regards as dead. Utterson tries to appease Lanyon, but to no avail. He says that after he is dead, Utterson may perhaps learn the truth of the situation, but, for now, he cannot speak of it, and he asks Utterson to either change the subject or leave. Utterson writes a letter to Dr. Jekyll complaining about the treatment he has received and asking as to the reasons for his rift with Lanyon. The next day he receives a dark, strange, and sad answer from Jekyll, saying that the break with Lanyon is unfortunate but necessary, and that, henceforth, he will lead a life of seclusion, as he has committed terrible sins and is undergoing tremendous suffering for them. He asks Utterson to allow him to go his "own dark way" and respect his silence. Dr. Lanyon soon dies. The night after the funeral, Utterson retires to his study and opens an envelope addressed to him under Lanyon's seal. He pauses before opening the envelope, fearing that, having just buried one friend, he is about to lose another, but then breaks the seal. Inside there is an enclosure. Upon its cover, in Lanyon's hand, is a note stating that it is not to be opened until the death or disappearance of Dr. Jekyll. He is shocked at the word "disappearance," which has once again been linked with Jekyll's name. For a moment, he wishes to open and read it immediately, but his professional ethics prevents him from doing so. He puts it away in the innermost corner of his private safe. Utterson is concerned for Jekyll and goes to visit him, but the narrator suggests that perhaps he was no longer as eager to see his friend as before, and, indeed, might almost have been relieved to speak with Poole on the steps rather than enter "that house of voluntary bondage." Poole informs Utterson that Dr. Jekyll has confined himself to the laboratory, even sleeping there sometimes, and that he is disturbed and silent. Hearing the same thing each time he returns, Utterson soon reduces the frequency of his visits.

