what I was about. But it bore no postmark. The note was banded in.'
'Shall I keep this and sleep upon it?' asked Utterson.
'I wish you to judge for me entirely,' was the reply. 'I have lost confidence in myself.'
'Well, I shall consider,' returned the lawyer. 'And now one word more: it was Hyde who dictated the terms in your will about that disappearance?'
The doctor seemed seized with a qualm of faintness; he shut his mouth tight and nodded.
'I knew it,' said Utterson. 'He meant to murder you. You have had a fine escape.'
'I have had what is far more to the purpose,' returned the doctor solemnly: 'I have had a lesson—O God, Utterson, what a lesson I have had!' And he covered his face for a moment with his hands.
On his way out, the lawyer stopped and had a word or two with Poole. 'By the by,' said he, 'there was a letter handed in to-day: what was the messenger like?' But Poole was positive
