I finished my early morning duties, then, after the doctor had left for the day to attend his public consulting rooms, I finally took the doctor's invitation round to Mister Utterson. It had preyed on my mind since the previous Saturday evening's events that Mister Utterson was maybe a man in whom I could place my trust. If I were to tell him of the doctor's problem, he may be able to help in some way, at least by giving the support that I felt my master needed but that it was not my place to provide. The question of what was the right thing to do weighed heavy on me over the days and troubled my sleep. Even as I walked the streets to the lawyer's house to deliver the invitation, I worried the problem over and over. I wanted to help my master, but did not want to have to betray his trust in doing so.

Finally, as I neared the lawyer's door, I resolved to broach the subject with him and then to answer his questions as honestly as I could. If he enquired, then I would hold nothing back.

I steeled myself and knocked upon his door. His butler, Forsyth, answered the door and informed me that Mister Utterson was not at home. My will to tell all dissipated and I knew that this was a burden that I would have to bear alone. I delivered the dinner invitation and left.