EDWARD HYDE ARRIVED at The c**k and Fig a few minutes later. He grinned with anticipation as he flung open the door and stepped inside. The desk clerk, a certain Wendell Beauchamp, recognized the husky, diminutive form of Jekyll’s alter-ego, with his stubbly mutton chops, blood-shot cruel eyes, and protruding, crooked lower lip. Hyde caught a glimpse of Beauchamp ducking behind the desk as he landed in the foyer.
“And a dandy how-de-do to yourself, Beauchamp,” Hyde chuckled, remembering their first run in, which cost the desk clerk the use of his sight for a few hours. “I’ll just see myself up, shall I?”
Hyde bounded up the stairs. Upon reaching the second floor landing, he paused a bit, trying to determine which direction he should turn down the corridor. At that moment, he heard a man
