Utterson took the axe from the footman, his blood running cold but his resolve iron. 'Jekyll, I demand to see you!' he cried. The voice of Hyde answered, 'For God's sake, have mercy!' Utterson swung the axe high. The wood splintered and groaned. The baize door shook under the blows, the lock straining against the frame. He was breaking into the sanctuary of his friend's soul.