Chapter 1 The Door

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Level 3

Retold by John Escott

Series Editors: Andy Hopkins and Jocelyn Potter (scanned by sem911)

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Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Activities

The Door
 Mr Enfield's Story

The Cheque
 Who is Mr Hyde? After Dinner
 The Carew Murder The Letter
 Dr Lanyon

At the Window
 The Last Night
 Dr Lanyon's Story Henry Jekyll's Story The End of the Story

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Contents

Introduction

Mr Hyde was pale and small, and he had an ugly smile... But these

were not important matters. They did not explain the feelings of hate and fear that Mr Utterson had. There was something more. The lawyer could

not find a name for it.
 'It is something about the man — some terrible evil, 'he thought. 'Oh,,

my poor Henry fekyll! There is evil in the face of your new friend! '

Mr Utterson is worried about Dr Jekyll. Why has the doctor made a friend of the frightening Mr Hyde? Who is the evil little man? Where did he come from? And most important of all, why does he seem to have power over the good, honest Dr Jekyll?

Then comes the murder of Sir Danvers Carew, and suddenly everybody in London is looking for Mr Hyde — the murderer. But the evil little man has disappeared.

Or has he?

As Mr Utterson tries to find answers to these questions, he learns the terrible secret ofDrJekyll's dangerous experiments.

Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh, in Scotland, in 1850. In 1867 he went to Edinburgh University, but he really wanted to be a writer. His parents suggested studying law and he did that. But he continued to write.

In 1875 Stevenson went to live in northern France. There he met an American woman called Fanny Osbourne. Fanny was married with two children, and she was ten years older than Stevenson. She came from Indiana, in the United States. Fanny Osbourne and Stevenson fell in love. Fanny left her husband and, in 1880, she and Stevenson were able to get married. The wedding was in the city of San Francisco, on the west coast of America.

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Stevenson and Fanny were married for fourteen years. They travelled a lot during that time — to Scotland, France, Switzerland, New York and the South Seas.

Stevenson suffered from bad health. He spent most of his life trying to find a warm and comfortable place to live. He lived in Bournemouth, on the south coast of England, for a short time. Then, in 1888, he and Fanny went to live in Samoa. He died there in 1894, at the age of forty-four.

Robert Louis Stevenson wrote travel books, poems and stories. His first story book, Treasure Island (1883), was finished in Switzerland. It is probably his most famous book, and children all over the world love it. Stevenson first wrote it for Fanny Osbourne's young son, Lloyd.

Other books by Robert Louis Stevenson are Travels with a Donkey in Cevennes (1879), A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), a book of poems, and Kidnapped (1886). Kidnapped is an exciting adventure story about David Balfour. It was followed (but not immediately) by Catriona (1893); this continues Balfour's story. The Black Arrow (1888) and The Master of Ballantrae (1889) are two more of Stevenson's adventure stories.

When Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (1886) first went into English bookshops, Stevenson and Fanny were living in Bournemouth, England.

' The idea for the story came from a dream, ' he told people. It is a mystery story, and the mystery is Mr Hyde. Who is he? What is he? The book is not like a detective story.We are not trying to find out the name of the murderer. In Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde we know who the murderer is. It is Hyde.

There have been many films and plays of the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. It was, and still is, one of Robert Louis Stevenson's most popular stories.

Chapter 1 The Door

Mr John Utterson was a lawyer and he lived in London. He seemed to be a cold man, without feeling. He never smiled, and he spoke only when it was necessary. But people liked him. There was something in his eyes that showed kindness. It showed his understanding of other people. Men and women came to him about the law, and he helped them all. It did not matter who they were.

He lived a quiet and simple life. He enjoyed the theatre, but he did not visit it any more. His friends were people from his family, and very old friends from his old school.

Then there was Mr Enfield. Other people could see no reason for Mr Utterson and Mr Richard Enfield to be friends. Mr Enfield was quite different from Mr Utterson. He was younger, and enjoyed going to the theatre, to parties and good restaurants.

'Why are they friends? ' people asked. 'What do they talk about when they are together? '

And the reply was: ' I f you see them on their Sunday walks, they never say any thing. They don't seem to enjoy themselves.'

But the two men thought that their Sunday walks were an important part of the week. They enjoyed being together, and they enjoyed the walks. But they were often silent walks.

On one of their walks the two men found themselves in a narrow street in one of the busier parts of London. It was a quiet street on a Sunday, but during the week the little shops on each side were very busy. Because the shops were successful, they were clean and brightly painted. The road was clean. It was a pleasant street to walk along.

Near one end of this street, there was a break in the line of shops. There was a narrow entrance to a courtyard, and next to it was the windowless end of a tall, dark, ugly house. A door in this

wall was unpainted and needed repair. Old men sometimes slept in the doorway, and small boys sometimes played on the steps and wrote their names on the door with their pocket knives.

Mr Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the street, but Mr Enfield pointed to it with his walking stick.

' Have you ever noticed that door before, John? ' he asked. 'Yes. Ugly, isn't it? ' replied Mr Utterson.
 ' Every time I pass it, ' said Mr Enfield, ' I think about a day last

winter. A very strange thing happened.'
 ' Oh? ' said Mr Utterson.' What was it? '

Chapter 2 Mr Enfield's Story

' One dark morning, I was on my way home at about three o'clock. At first I walked a very long way without seeing anyone. Everybody was asleep. The street lights were lit, but the street was empty and silent.

'Suddenly I saw two people. One was a little man who was walking quickly towards the street corner. The other was a little girl. She was about eight or nine years old, I think. She was running as quickly as she could towards the same corner. Naturally, she ran into the little man.

'And then I saw something terrible.The girl fell down, and the man calmly walked on her. He stepped on her body! She cried out, of course, but he did not stop or turn round — he just walked away! He wasn't acting like a man — more like a mindless machine. Then the girl started screaming.

' I shouted and ran after the man. At last I caught him by the neck, and brought him back. Already there was a group of people round the crying child — her family, and some of her neighbours.

Get a doctor! " said somebody, and one of the neighbours hurried away.

'Have you ever noticed that door before, John? '

' He was quite calm — the man who stepped on the child. He did not try to escape. But he looked at me once, and my blood ran cold. I hated him.

'The people round the girl were soon joined by the doctor. The girl was not hurt very much — only frightened really, the doctor said. But there was something very unusual about it all. I felt an immediate hate for the man that I was holding. The child's family hated him too, and that was natural. But the doctor was not like us. He was the usual cold, calm scientific man. But every time he looked at the man, I saw him turn sick and white.

'" He wants to kill him, too, " I thought.

'I understood what was in the doctor's mind. He looked at me. He knew what was in mine.

'" We can't kill the man, even ifwe want to, " we agreed. But we promised to make as much trouble for him as we could.

'" We'll tell all our friends about this! " we told the man. " Everyone in London will hear about it! "

'And all the time, we were keeping the women away from him. They were wild and dangerous because they were so angry. I never saw so many hate-filled faces. And there was the man, in the middle. He was frightened, but he smiled an ugly smile and did not move.

'" If you want money, " he said, " tell me. Nobody wants trouble with people like you."

'We told him to give a hundred pounds to the child and her family. At first he didn't want to agree to this, but the little crowd round him looked dangerous, and at last he said, " All right, I'll pay."

' Next, we had to get the money. And where do you think he took us? To that ugly place with the door! He pulled a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door and went in.

' We waited outside. After a time, he came out with ten pounds in money, and a cheque for the rest. The cheque was signed, and the signature surprised me. It was the name of a famous man! I can't tell you the name, but you probably know it well.

" ' I don't like this, " I said." You walk through a door like that at four o'clock in the morning, and come out of it with another man's cheque for nearly a hundred pounds! It's very unusual."

'He smiled his ugly smile again and answered, " You don't need to worry. I'll stay with you until the banks open. And then I'll get the money with the cheque."

'The child's father, the man and I went to my house and waited there until the morning. After breakfast, we all went to

the bank together, w i t h the money without question.'