'Very well,' said Enfield. 'He told us his name was Hyde.'
“当然了！”恩菲尔德说，“他告诉我们他叫海德。”
'What does he look like?'
“他什么模样？”
'He's not easy to describe, although I remember him perfectly. He's a strange-looking man. He's short, but has a strong, heavy body. There's something wrong with his appearance, something ugly and unpleasing—no,something hateful. I disliked him at once.'
“这一下子可说不好，虽然我清清楚楚记得他长得什么样。他长得很怪，个子又矮，身体粗壮，他的相貌哪儿有点不对劲，让人感到丑陋，不舒服——不，是让人憎恶的那种。我一看到他，马上就不喜欢他。”
Mr Utterson thought deeply. 'Are you sure he used a key?' he asked.
厄特森先生想了好一会儿，问道：“你肯定他用了钥匙吗？”
'What do you mean?' asked Enfield in surprise.
“瞧你问的！”恩菲尔德一脸诧异的样子。
'I know it must seem strange,' said his friend. 'But you see, if I don't ask you the name on the cheque, it's because I know it already…'
“我知道我这么问有点怪，”朋友说，“可你想，我并没问你支票上签的是谁的名字，因为我心里已经明白了……”
'Well, why didn't you tell me?' said his friend rather crossly. 'Anyway, he did have a key, and he still has it. I saw him use it only a week ago.'
“那你怎么不早说呢？”朋友不无恼怒地说，“甭管怎么说，那家伙的确有钥匙，上礼拜我还看见他开门来着。”
Mr Utterson looked at him thoughtfully, but said nothing more.
厄特森先生心事重重地看了他一眼，但没再多说什么。