Driven by a singular curiosity, Utterson began a vigil near the by-street. Night after night, the fog swirled like a drowning sea. Finally, amidst the frost, footsteps rang out. A small, plainly dressed man approached the door with a key. As Utterson stepped from the shadows to touch his shoulder, the man hissed, shrinking back. It was him--Mr. Edward Hyde--radiating a palpable, chilling aura of deformity.