many plies and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however,
the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out;
lock-fast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there lay a pile of grey ashes, as though many papers had been burned. From these embers the inspector disinterred the butt-end of a green cheque-book, which had resisted the action
of the fire; the other half of the stick was found behind the door. and as this clinched his suspicions, the officer declared
himself delighted. A visit to the bank, where several thousand pounds were found to be lying to the murderer’s credit, completed his gratification.
‘You may depend upon it, sir,’ he told Mr. Utterson: ‘I have him in my hand. He must have lost his head, or he never would have left the stick or, above all, burned the cheque-book. Why, money’s life to the man. We have nothing to do but wait for him at the bank, and get out the handbills.’
This last, however, was not so easy of accomplishment; for Mr. Hyde had numbered few familiars — even the master
of the servant-maid had only seen him twice; his family could nowhere be traced; he had never been photographed; and the few who could describe him differed widely, as common
observers will. Only on one point, were they agreed; and that was the haunting sense of unexpressed deformity with which the fugitive impressed his beholders.
many plies and agreeable in colour. At this moment, however,the rooms bore every mark of having been recently and hurriedly ransacked; clothes lay about the floor, with their pockets inside out;lock-fast drawers stood open; and on the hearth there lay a pile of grey ashes, as though many papers had been burned. From these embers the inspector disinterred the butt-end of a green cheque-book, which had resisted the actionof the fire; the other half of the stick was found behind the door. and as this clinched his suspicions, the officer declaredhimself delighted. A visit to the bank, where several thousand pounds were found to be lying to the murderer’s credit, completed his gratification.‘You may depend upon it, sir,’ he told Mr. Utterson: ‘I have him in my hand. He must have lost his head, or he never would have left the stick or, above all, burned the cheque-book. Why, money’s life to the man. We have nothing to do but wait for him at the bank, and get out the handbills.’This last, however, was not so easy of accomplishment; for Mr. Hyde had numbered few familiars — even the masterof the servant-maid had only seen him twice; his family could nowhere be traced; he had never been photographed; and the few who could describe him differed widely, as commonobservers will. Only on one point, were they agreed; and that was the haunting sense of unexpressed deformity with which the fugitive impressed his beholders.
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