As the months came and went, although much more was revealed about Hyde and his despicable life, there was no trace found of the man himself, for which I was grateful. And, in many ways, although it was a sentiment that I would never have uttered aloud, the death of Sir Danvers was almost a worthy price to have been paid for the removal of Mister Hyde from my old friend's life. Doctor Jekyll became more like his old self, and started to be seen more in public. We shared meals together, and he attended Church with me on Christmas day. It was also reported to me that he had started once more to keep regular surgery hours, offering cures with an enthusiasm which had been lacking for many a year.

So it was with great pleasure that I accepted an invitation to a late supper early in the New Year, notable for the inclusion in our party of Doctor Lanyon. It seemed that the rift that had kept them at a distance one from the other for many years had also been sealed by the removal of Mister Hyde.