Mister Hyde appeared to hesitate, and then, as if upon some sudden reflection, turned to face me with an air of defiance. I gazed at him for some seconds and felt him, in turn, gaze into me.

I finally found my voice, the sight of his face having robbed me of volition for a moment. 'Now I shall know you again,' I said. 'It may be useful.'

'Yes,' returned Mister Hyde, 'it is as well we have met; and a propos, you should have my address.' And he gave a number of a street in Soho.

Good God! I thought, for it seemed as if the man had been reading my mind as thoughts of the will had passed fleetingly through it. I did my best to keep my countenance untroubled and took the details from him and wrote them in the small block of paper that I carry with me at all times.