Jekyll sits close to the fire in the cabinet behind the red baize door, looking deathly sick, and he does not rise. Utterson has never been received in this part of the house. He crossed a silent theatre of old student tables and packing straw to get here. They were crying the murder in the square, Jekyll says. He heard them from his dining-room. You have not been mad enough to hide this fellow? Utterson asks. Jekyll swears he will never set eyes on Hyde again. He binds his honour. It is all at an end. Hyde is safe. He will never more be heard of. I have grounds for certainty that I cannot share. Then he puts a letter in Utterson's hands. He does not care what becomes of Hyde. He is thinking of his own character.
The letter is in an odd upright hand, signed Edward Hyde. It thanks the benefactor and says the writer has means of escape. Utterson likes it. It puts a better colour on the friendship than he had looked for. He blames himself for some of his old doubts. Have you the envelope? I burned it, Jekyll says, before I thought. It had no postmark. It was handed in. Judge for me entirely. I have lost confidence in myself. Was it Hyde who wrote the vanishing clause in the will? Jekyll shuts his mouth and nods. I knew it, Utterson says. He meant to murder you. I have had a lesson, Jekyll says. O God, what a lesson I have had. He covers his face. On the way out Utterson asks Poole what the messenger looked like. Nothing came except by post, Poole says, and only circulars. The letter came by the laboratory door, then. Perhaps it was written in that room.
At home Utterson sits with Guest, his head clerk, and a bottle of old wine, and fishes for a remark. He shows the murderer's autograph. Guest says it is not mad, only odd. A dinner invitation from Jekyll arrives in the same hour. Guest lays the two sheets side by side. The hands are in many points identical, only differently sloped. Rather quaint, Utterson says. I would not speak of this note. Guest understands. Alone that night, Utterson locks the note in his safe. What, he thinks. Henry Jekyll forge for a murderer. And his blood runs cold.
Coming Up in Chapter 6
Hyde vanishes completely despite massive rewards for his capture, but disturbing stories about his past cruelty begin to surface. The police uncover a trail of violence and strange associates, painting a picture of a man who seemed to inspire hatred wherever he went..