Mr. Utterson of Gaunt Street, You Must Have Heard My Name

Mr. Utterson had been some minutes at his post when he was aware of an odd light footstep, drawing near. The steps drew swiftly nearer and swelled out suddenly louder as they turned to the end of the street. Mr. Hyde shrank back with a hissing intake of breath, but his fear was only momentary. He answered coolly enough, that is my name. What do you want? I see you are going in, return the lawyer. I am an old friend of Dr. Jekyll's. And now, said the other, how did you know me? It is as well we have met, and a propost. You should have my address