Chapter 8 - The Last Night

• ‘I think there’s been foul play’


  Poole (hoarsely)
• A wild, cold, seasonable night of March, with a pale moon, lying on her back as though the wind had tilted her, and a flying wrack of the most diaphanous and lawny texture
• Mr. Utterson thought he had never seen that part of London so deserted.
• There was borne in upon his mind a crushing anticipation of calamity
• His face was white and his voice, when he spoke, harsh and broken (Poole)
• Stood huddled together like a flock of sheep
• The housemaid broke into hysterical whimpering
• ‘ your master would be far from pleased’


  Utterson
• His own jangled nerves (Poole)
• A voice answered from within (Hyde)
• ‘It seems much changed’ (Hyde’s voice)

  Utterson
• ‘ Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?’
• ‘ masked thing like a monkey’


  Poole
• ‘ I believe poor Harry is killed’


  Utterson
• They drew near with bated breath to where that patient foot was still going up and down, up and down, in the quiet of the night
• A dismal screech, as of mere animal terror, rang from the cabinet
• there lay the body of a man sorely contorted and still twitching
• Nowhere was there any trace of Henry Jekyll, dead or alive
• Annotated, in his own hand, with startling blasphemies (Bible)
• ‘ he was alive and here this day.’


  Utterson
• the baize door leaped against the lock and hinges (from power of axe)
• Utterson knew that he was looking on the body of a self-destroyer
• title of chapter 8

  The Last Night
• gave a jerk that nearly threw him from his balance


  Mr Utterson’s nerves