8 The last night

Chapter 8 The last night Wind lashed at Utterson's face as he ran full pelt through the streets. Terrible thoughts raced through his mind. Could Lanyon's tale be true? Could Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde really be the same person? No! He refused to believe it. Surely Lanyon had lost his mind as well. But he had to find out. He reached Henry's house and hammered on the door.

第八章昨夜，厄特森在大街上狂奔，风抽打着他的脸。 可怕的念头掠过他的脑海。 兰宁的故事是真的吗？ 亨利·杰基尔和爱德华·海德真的是同一个人吗？ 不!他拒绝相信。 兰宁肯定也疯了。 但他必须弄清楚。他走到亨利家，使劲敲门。

Poole answered. A candle trembled in the butler's hand. His face was ghostly pale. "Mr. Utterson," he gasped. "I am so glad you're here. I fear that my master has been murdered." Tingling with fear, Utterson followed Poole into the house. He saw Jekyll's other servants cowering together by the fire. Something diabolical had indeed happened here. More than ever, Utterson was determined to get to the bottom of it. Raising his shaky light, Poole led Utterson to Jekyll's laboratory. The door was locked, but Utterson heard someone moving inside. "You saw Dr. Jekyll go into this room?" he asked Poole. "As clear as day sir," the butler replied. "But soon after, I heard a piercing scream and the sound of smashing glass. Ever since, the door has been locked." "Jekyll?" Utterson called, banging on the door. "I demand to see you."

普尔回答。一根蜡烛在管家的手里颤抖着。 他的脸色苍白得吓人。 “厄特森先生，”他喘着气说。 “我很高兴你来了。 恐怕我的主人已经被人谋杀了。” 厄特森吓得浑身发麻，跟着普尔进了屋。 他看见杰基尔的其他仆人都缩在火炉旁。 这里确实发生了一些可怕的事情。 厄特森比以往任何时候都更决心要把事情弄清楚。 普尔举起摇摇晃晃的灯，领着厄特森来到杰基尔的实验室。 门是锁着的，但厄特森听到有人在里面走动。 “你看见杰基尔博士进这间屋子了吗？”他问普尔。 “清清楚楚，先生，”管家回答说。 “但不久之后，我听到了一声刺耳的尖叫声和打碎玻璃的声音。 从那以后，门就一直锁着。” “变身怪医?”厄特森一面敲门，一面叫道。 “我要求见你。”

"Go away," came the reply. "Please Utterson, just go away!" Utterson felt a shiver of terror. That wasn't Jekyll's voice. It was Hyde. "Stand back Poole," Utterson demanded. "I'll smash my way in." Poole stepped back as the lawyer launched forward, smashing the laboratory door with his shoulder- once... twice... three times.

“走开。”对方回答。 “求求你，厄特森，走开吧！”厄特森吓得直哆嗦。 那不是杰基尔的声音。 那是海德。“退后，普尔。”厄特森命令道。 “我要破门而入。”律师向前冲去，普尔往后退了一步，用肩膀撞碎了实验室的门——一次…… 两次……三次。

With each thunderous blow, the men heard another desperate cry from inside. "Please Utterson! Have mercy!" The door crashed open and Utterson burst inside, his walking cane raised and ready to strike. But there was no need for the weapon.

随着每一次雷鸣般的打击，这些人听到了里面另一声绝望的呼喊。 “请Utterson !可怜!”门砰的一声开了，厄特森冲了进来，他举起手杖准备打。 但是没有必要使用武器。

Lying on the floor in a twisted heap, was the body of Edward Hyde. A bottle of red liquid rolled from the murderer's lifeless hand "Poison," Utterson said. "The fiend took his own life." "Look sir," Poole said, examining a sheet of paper on the desk. "A note from Dr. Jekyll. It is addressed to you." Utterson read the first line. The confession of Henry Jekyll Utterson stared at the corpse on the floor. Was Lanyon telling the truth? Could this man be his friend Henry too? The letter trembled in his hand as he began to read...

爱德华·海德的尸体歪歪扭扭地躺在地板上。 一瓶红色液体从凶手毫无生气的手里滚了出来。“毒药。” “恶魔结束了自己的生命。” “你看，先生。”普尔说，检查着桌上的一张纸。 “杰基尔博士的便条。是写给你的。” 厄特森读了第一行。 亨利·杰基尔·厄特森的供词盯着地上的尸体。 兰宁说的是实话吗？ 这个人也会是他的朋友亨利吗？ 他开始读时，信在他手里颤抖着。