Lanyon died and was buried. Utterson, hardening his heart to the mystery, walked with Enfield past Jekyll's house. They saw the doctor at an open window, looking like a disconsolate prisoner. Utterson called out, but Jekyll's polite smile suddenly vanished. His face was seized by an expression of such abject terror and despair that it froze the blood. The window slammed shut instantly, leaving the street in silence.