As soon as I got home, I wrote to Jekyll about my disapproval from not being allowed access to his home.
The next day, I received a reply from Jekyll, informing me of his argument with Lanyon. His letter was often pathetically worded.
I do not blame our old friend, but I do not share the same views as he does. From now on, i mean to leave a life of seclusion. Do not be surprised, and do not question our friendship. I have brought a terrible punishment upon myself, as well as a danger I must not name. Utterson, please believe me, and respect my silence.
Dear G. J. Utterson
Your friend, HENRY JEKYLL
One week later, dear old Lanyon took to his bed, and in less than two weeks, he had passed away.
Rest well, Lanyon...
I attended Lanyon's funeral. Memories and thoughts about my now deceased friend came rushing back. Rest in peace, old friend. May we meet again one day.
DR. HASTIE LANYON
After the funeral, i returned back to my own residence. Everything around me gave off a melancholy aura. Naturally, being one of Lanyon's closest friends, I received his will. The front was labeled with the words "PRIVATE: for the hands of G. J. Utterson ALONE, and in the case of his predecease, to be destroyed unread." I opened the envelope, but to my surprise...
...a second document fell out.
NOT TO BE OPENED TILL THE DEATH OR DISAPPEARANCE OF HENRY JEKYLL.