to have a morning glass; and the next moment the fog settled down again upon that part, as brown as umber, and cut him off from his black-guardly surroundings. This was the home of Henry Jekyll's favourite; of a man who was heir to quarter of a million sterling.
An ivory-faced and silvery-haired old woman opened the door. She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent. Yes, she said, this was Mr. Hyde's, but he was not at home; he had been in that night very late, but had gone away again in less than an hour; there was nothing strange in that; his habits were very irregular, and he was often absent; for instance, it was nearly two months since she had seen him till yesterday.
'Very well then, we wish to see his rooms,' said the lawyer; and when the woman began to declare it was impossible, 'I had better tell you who this person is,' he added. 'This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard.'
A flash of odious joy appeared upon the woman's face. 'Ah!' said she, 'he is in trouble! What has he done?'
