Welcome to the Welcome back, everyone, the 1001 Stories for the Road.

This is your host and storyteller, John Haggardorn.

And now the exciting conclusion of the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in two parts,

beginning with Dr. Lanyan's narrative.

And now our story.

On the 9th of January, now four days ago, I received by the evening delivery a registered envelope addressed in the hand of my colleague and old-school companion Henry Jekyll.

I was a good deal surprised by this, for we were by no means in the habit of correspondence.

I had seen the man, dined with him, indeed, the night before,

and I could imagine nothing in our intercourse that should justify formality of registration.

The contents increased my wonder, for this is how the letter ran. Dear Lanyon, you were one of my oldest friends,

and although we may have differed at times on scientific questions, I cannot remember,

at least on my side, any break in our affection.

There was never a day when, if you had said to me, Jekyll, my life, my honor, my reason,

depend on you. I would not have sacrificed my left hand to help you.

Lanyan, my life, my honor, my reason, are all at your mercy. If you fail me tonight, I am lost.

You might suppose, after this preface, that I'm going to ask you for something dishonorable to grant,

judge for yourself. I want you to postpone all other engagements for tonight.

I, even if you were summoned to the bedside of an emperor,

to take a cab, unless your carriage should be actually at the door,

and with this letter in your hand for consultation,

to drive straight to my house.

Pool, my butler, has his orders.

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