Just then the servant entered with a note.
'Is that from Doctor Jekyll, sir?' inquired the clerk. 'I thought I knew the writing. Anything private, Mr. Utterson?'
'Only an invitation to dinner. Why? do you want to see it?'
'One moment. I thank you, sir;' and the clerk laid the two sheets of paper alongside and sedulously compared their contents. 'Thank you, sir,' he said at last, returning both; 'it's a very interesting autograph.'
There was a pause, during which Mr. Utterson struggled with himself. 'Why did you compare them. Guest?' he inquired suddenly.
'Well, sir,' returned the clerk, 'there's a rather singular resemblance; the two hands are in many points identical: only differently sloped.'
'Rather quaint,' said Utterson.
'It is, as you say, rather quaint,' returned Guest.
'I wouldn't speak of this note, you know,' said the master.
'No, sir,' said the clerk. 'I understand.'
