Guided Sleep Meditation & Sleep Hypnosis from Sleep Cove - The Gothic Mystery - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde

Episode Date: October 18, 2023

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the strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. I've never read it before, and I'm really excited to narrate this classic story in full. Part 1 is going to be posted on Sleep Cove. Then each part following is going to be posted on Mysteries at Midnight. So if you want to hear the full story, search for Mysteries at Midnight on your podcast player and subscribe

so you can hear all the parts and the upcoming days. So please get comfortable. and let's begin The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson Story of the Door Mr. Utteson

the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile scanty and embarrassed in discourse backward in sentiment, lean, long, dusty, dreary, and yet somehow lovable. Ever in the meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beckoned from his eye, something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in those silent symbols,

of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life, he was austere with himself, drank gin when he was alone to mortify a taste for vintages, and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the door of one for twenty years, but he had approved tolerance for others. sometimes wondering almost with envy at the high pressure of spirits involved in their misdeeds and in any extremity inclined to help rather than to reprove. I incline to Cain's heresy, he used to say quaintly, I let my brother go to the devil in his own way. In this character, it was frequently his fortune,

to be the last reputable acquaintance and their last good influence in the lives of downgoing men. And as such as these, so long as they came about his chambers, he never marked a shade of change in his demeanour. No doubt the feat was easy to Mr. Udison, for he was undemonstrative at his best,

and even his friendship seemed to be founded in a similar catholicity of good nature. It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity was the lawyer's way. His friends were those of his own blood, or those whom he had known the longest. His affections like Ivy were the growth of time. They implied no aptness in the object. Hence no doubt the bond that united him to Mr Richard Enfield, the distant Kingsman, the well-known man about town.

It was a nut to crack for many, what these two could see in each other, or what subject they could find in common. It was reported by those who encountered them in their Sunday walks that they said nothing, looked singularly dull, and would hail with obvious relief the appearance of a friend. For all of that, the two men put the greatest stall by these excursions, counted them the chief jewel of each week,

and not only set aside occasions of pleasure, but even resisted the cause of business that they might enjoy them uninterrupted. It was chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down by a by-street in a busy quarter of London. The street was small, and what is called quite,

but it drove a thriving trade on the weekdays. The inhabitants were all doing well, it seemed, uselessly hoping to do better still, and laying out their surplus of their grains in coquetry so that the shop fronts stood along that thoroughfare with an arm of invitation, like rows of smiling saleswomen, even on Sunday, where it veiled its more florid charms

and lay comparatively empty of passage, the street shone out in contrast to its dingy neighbourhood, like a fire in a forest, and with its freshly painted shutters, well-polished brosses, and general cleanliness and gaiety of note, instantly caught and pleased the eye of the passenger. Two doors from one corner, on their left hand going east, the line was broken by the entry of the court. And just at that point, a certain sinister block of building

thrust forward its gable on the street. It was two stories high, showed no window, nothing but a door on the lower story and a blind forehead of discoloured wall on the upper in every feature the marks of prolonged and sordid negligence the door which was equipped with neither bell nor knocker was blistered and disdained slouched in the recess and struck matches on the panels

children kept a shot along the steps the schoolboy had tried his knife on the mouldings and for close on a generation no one had appeared to drive away these random visitors or to repair their ravages Mr Enfield and the lawyer were on the other side of the by-street when they came abreast of the entry lifted up his cane and pointed,

Did you ever remark that door? He asked, and when his companion had replied in the affirmative, it is connected in my mind, added he, with a very odd story. Indeed, said Mr. Utterson with a slight change of voice, and what was that? Well, it was this way, returned Mr. Enfield. I was coming home from some place at the end of the world, about three o'clock of a black winter morning, and my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen.

Street after street, and all the folks asleep, street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession, and all as empty as a church. Tell at last, I got into the state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the sight of a policeman. I saw two figures, one a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good walk, and the other a girl of maybe eight or ten who was running as hard as she was able down across street. well sir the two ran into one another naturally at the corner horrible part of the thing for the man trampled calmly over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground it sounds nothing to hear but it was headish to see it wasn't like a man it was like some damned jungenal i gave a few halloa took to my heels, collared my gentleman, and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child. He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me like running. The people who had turned out were the girl's own family, and pretty soon.

the doctor for whom she had been sent put in his appearance. Well, the child was not much the worse, more frightened, according to the soulbones, and there you might have supposed would be an end to it. But there was one curious circumstance. I had taken a loathing to my gentleman at first sight. So had the child's family, which was only natural. But the doctor's case was what struck me. He was the usual cut and dry apothecary of no particular age and colour,

with a strong Edinburgh accent and about as emotional as a backpipe. Well sir, he was like the rest of us. every time he looked at my prisoner I saw the sore bones turn sick and white with a desire to kill him what was in his mind just as he knew what was in mine and kinning being out of the question

we did the next best we told the man we could and would make a scandal out of this as should make his name stink one end of London to the other. If he had any friends or any credit, we undertook that he should lose them. And all the time, as we were pitching it in red heart,

we were keeping the woman of him as best as we could, for they were as wild as harpies. I never saw a circle of such hateful faces in the middle. with a kind of black sneering coolness, frightened too. I could see that, but carrying it off, sir, really like Satan. If you choose to make capital out of this accident, said he, I am naturally helpless. No gentleman but wishes to avoid a scene, says he,

name your figure. While we screwed him up to £100 for the child's family, he would have clearly liked to stick out. But there was something about the lot of us that meant mischief, and at last he struck. The next thing was to get the money, and where do you think he carried us but to the place with the door? Went out a key, went in,

and presently came back with a matter of £10 in gold and a cheque for the balance on coupes, drawn payable to bearer and signed with a name that I can't mention, though it's one of the points of my story, but it was a name at least, very well known and often printed. The figure was stiff, but the signature was good for more, than if it was only I took the liberty

of pointing out to my gentleman that the whole business looked apocryphal and that a man does not in real life walk into a salad door at four in the morning and come out with another man's

cheque for close upon a hundred pounds but he was quite easy and sneering set your mind at rest says he I will stay with you till the banks open and cash the check myself

So we all set off their doctor and the child's father And our friend and myself And passed the rest of the night In my chambers And the next day When we had breakfasted Went in a body to the bank

I gave in the check myself And said I had every reason to believe it was a forgery. Not a bit of it. The check was genuine. Tut tut, said Mr. Utterson. I see you feel as I do, said Mr. Enfield. Yes, it's a bad story, for my man was a fellow that nobody could have to do with.

A really damnable man. and the person that drew the cheque is the very pink of the properties celebrated too and what makes it worse one of the fellows who do what they call good black male i suppose an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth blackmail house is what i call the place with the door in consequence. Though even that, you know, is far from explaining all, he added, and with the words fell into a vein of musing,

he was recalled by Mr. Utterson, asking rather suddenly, and you don't know if the draw of the cheque lives there, Clee-place, isn't it? returned Mr. Enfield, but I happened to have noticed his address. He lives in some square or other. And you never asked about the place with the door, said Mr. Udison. No, sir, I had a delicacy, was the reply.

I feel very strongly about putting questions. It partakes too much of the style of the day of judgment. You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill, and away the stone goes, starting others, and presently some bland old bird, and presently some bland old bird, the last name you would have thought of, is knocked on their head in his own back garden, and the family have to change their name. No, sir, I make it a rule of mine, the more it looks like queer street, the less I are. A very good rule, too, said the lawyer.

And I have studied the place for myself, continued Mr. Enfield. It seems scarcely a house. There is no other door, and nobody goes in or out of that one, but once in a great while, the gentleman of my adventure. there are three windows knocking on the court on the first floor, none below. The windows are always shut, but they're clean. And then there is a chimney which is generally smoking, so somebody must live there. And yet it's not so sure, for the buildings are so packed together about the court

that it is hard to say where one ends and another begins. Their pair walked on again for a while in silence. And then, Enfield, said Mr. Utterson, that's a good rule of yours. Yes, I think it is, returned Enfield. But for all that, continued the lawyer, there's one point I want to ask. I want to ask the name of that. man who walked over the child. Well, said Mr. Enfield, I can't see what harm it would do.

It was a man of the name of Hyde. Hmm, said Mr. Uterson. What sort of a man is he to see? He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance. Something displeasing. Something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why.

He must be deformed somewhere. He gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn't specify the point. He's an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No, sir, I can make no hand of it. I can't describe him. it's not want of memory, for I declare I can see him in this moment. Mr. Utterson again walked some way in silence, and obviously under a weight of consideration. You are sure he used a key? He inquired at last. My dear sir, began and filled, surprised out of himself.

Yes, I know, said Utterson, I know it must seem strange. The fact is, if I do not ask you the name of the other party, it is because I know it already. You see, Richard, your tail has gone home. If you have been inexact in any point, you had better correct it. I think you might have warned me, returned the other with a touch of sullenness, but I have been pedantically exact as you call it. The fellow had a key, and what's more, he has it still. I saw him use it not a week ago.

Mr. Utterson sighed deeply, but never said a word, and the young man presently resumed. Here is another lesson, to say nothing, said he. I am ashamed of my long term. Let us make a bargain never to refer to this again. With all my heart, said the lawyer, I shake hands on that, Richard.