Richard Enfield Monologue

‘In the early hours of the morning, indeed before dawn had arrived, I was awoken from my slumber by the frantic knocking of a desperate man. Hearing Keene answer the door, and exchanging a few short words with the visitor. Footsteps, which would shortly be revealed as Keene’s, led up to the opening of the door to my chambers. Light streaming from one side illuminated some of the servant’s face, which was withered with age, and eyes crowned by wild eyebrows, bleached with age; his words were harsh and purposeful; “You are needed, there has been an incident with a man and a child.”.’
‘Still trying to resist the calls of sleep, I hurried to dress and when ready, was greeted by a man who was to guide me to where I was required. Swiftly moving through …show more content…
It was a former patient, whom I recognised as Mr Richard Enfield. He had a recount of what happened, the two collided and as the man crushed the girl as if she were an unwanted and bothersome insect, and left her screaming at the crossroads. Mr Enfield explained that he ran after the man and brought him back to where the girl lay and sent one that had been roused by her screams to fetch me from my estate. The man that Enfield had apprehended had been quietly observing the proceedings from the edge of the crowd, a look of apprehension yet satisfaction at what had sparked from his actions. Realising my notice of the stranger, Enfield conceededthat he had managed to interrogate the man who had admitted to having the name Hyde. The image of this man immediately prompted an intense feeling of dislike within me, his features seemed to have been made with many coats of wax, each concealing the repulsive layer before it. This made the man appear to be extraordinary looking, yet nothing was exceedingly pertinent about his image except for an odd sense of deformity and a stooped …show more content…
After some debate Hyde had reluctantly agreed to pay 400 pounds as a reconciliation for his crime. Having no cheque about him, he led us to a building close by, dilapidated, forgotten and stretching up to the heavens in the dim light of the lamps, promising he would return after a short few moments with a cheque of the required amount. Enfield allowed him to fulfill his word, and in a matter of minutes, he had returned, and, to his declaration, a cheque had been drawn. Wanting to know that the cheque genuine, Mr Enfield inspected the bill, and exclaimed “Why is it signed by another? Henry Jekyll would not fund a criminal!” Disbelieving and becoming increasingly irritated, I could see that the former patient of mine was reaching the end of his tolerance for the stranger. However, Hyde calmly stated that the cheque was genuine and that he would cash it himself in the morning when the bank opened. Enfield put forth the suggestion to stay at his estate for what remained of the morning until the time came to judge if the bill was