The trampling of that child, and his cavalier attitude to the family and others who waylaid him, shook me. It was not so disturbing as the day I discovered the blood on my trousers, but still I used the illnesses of the winter months and the events of Easter as an excuse not to indulge in him. I knew that I would again let him free, but just not yet. However, I knew that before any such thing should happen, there were various things I would need to do in the guise of myself.

It was strange, in a way, after months of trying to separate my two lives, I now found myself needing to tie them closely together. After all, it was no good him giving out cheques in the name of Jekyll when they would always be questioned, and not so easily dismissed as they had been. After all, if my name were not so well known, then I wouldn't need Hyde at all. So, I would need to open an account with the bank for him, with sufficient funds to cover all eventualities. On top of this, I had started to wonder what would happen to me if something were to happen to him. If he were arrested or otherwise prevented from returning to my workshop for the draught, then what would happen to him, and to Jekyll? I had no way of knowing the effects of allowing Hyde the use of my body for more than a day or two. Maybe after a week the potion would stop working and I would never get back. What little I was able to remember from Hyde's mind told me that he would no more seek for work and earn money, than I would steal it or spend it in the way that he did. So what would happen when the funds I gave him ran out? I would need to make arrangements.