‘ Sir , I was made to believe you did not like the Prime Minister .’
‘ Jekyll ? Oh no , I hate Jekyll , and he hates me . We are opposites . Two sides of a cursed coin . He is fear and shyness . I am loud and alive . But we are trapped together .’ He drank more whiskey , and I saw his eyes droop slightly . ‘ Jekyll and I are two peas in a pod . One pea in a pod . The same pea . The same pod .’ His head fell to his chest , and he passed wind .
I watched him for a long minute , and he didn ’ t move . He had drunk himself into a stupor . I had no choice but to leave him . I could not carry him to the road to get him a coach , nor would I be able to move him to my bed . The man was a giant , and thus he would have to sleep at the kitchen table .
The whiskey bottle tilted in his hand and threatened to fall . Leaving the minister for the kitchen staff to find was one thing , but I would be in trouble if I left a broken bottle and spilt whiskey with him too .
I walked over to him and tripped over something in the darkness . I felt around until I found myself touching what felt like fabric . I squinted in the darkness and realised I was touching the leg of an old man . It was Sir Danvers Carew , his head caved in , his eyes wide open in shock and fear .
I jumped to my feet and found myself staring into the vast , predatory face of Edward Hyde .
‘ Oh , my boy ,’ he said . ‘ Such a shame .’
He reached out for me , but I was able to duck beneath his ham hock sized hand . The drink had dulled
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