| Hyde at Large by Raymond Speer 
  
 
  
 Part One: Herbert H. Asquith shook Winston 
    Churchill's hand and congratulated him for his rise to Home Secretary. 
    Winston returned Asquith's firm grip and smile, knowing that the Prime 
    Minister favored him and understood Churchil to be a star of the next 
    generation.  Asquith gestured for Churchill to sit to his right. The 
    other men in the room was the permanent secretary for the police force, 
    another HQ cop and a thin, dapper little man recognized by Churchil as 
    Senior Inspector George Lestrade of Scotland Yard. Churchill had been in his 
    post as Home Seretary less than a week but Lestrade must have been busy with 
     law enforcement for nearly forty years.  "And how has Mr. Holmes been, Senior Inspector?" the Prime Minister asked 
    the detective. 
 "Very cheery and content," said Lestrade. "I went out to the country and 
    stayed with him overnight a fortnight ago." 
 "Did you have cases to discuss?" Churchill asked. 
 "Not much, aside from this substance. I left some ounces of this mater 
    with him." 
 Lestrade twisted open the lid atop a whiite jar that fit in his hand. 
    There was a translucent red wax in the container, which excluded a pungent but not unpleasant smell like cinnamon.
 
 "You gentlemen are of course familar with the strange case of  Doctor 
    Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." Lestrade pronounced the name in its proper fashion: 
    Gee-Kell rather an Jeck-ell. 
 "That was one of Holmes' unwritten cases," said Churchill with 
    enthusiasm. "Robert Lewis Stevenson gave the best accont of it." 
 "Ghastly business," commented the Prime Minister, who recalled meeting 
    Jekyll several times in the 1880s. 
 
     "The 
    little noted feature of the entire affair was that the success of Jekyll's 
    formula to .. . eh, induce Mr. Hyde was dependent on a contaminant in one of 
    the ingredients that Jekyll had used. Jekyll's misery over his inability to 
    make the potion came from the failure to find more of the correctly 
    contaminated ingredient," 
 "Yes," said Churchill. "As I recall, Jekyll as Hyde had every pharmacy in 
    London ransacked without finding the proper powder." 
 "Prime Minister, Mr. Churchill," said the police man dramatically, "this 
    . . eh, dressing contains the fully active portion to bring about a Hyde 
    transformation." 
 That was serious, thought Churchill. 
 "Last month, on the third ultimo, there was a very violent altercation in 
    the East End slums. A giant of a man  killed his companion of the evening by 
    a blow to the jaw that flung that anatomy across the room.  With no weapon but his hands, the man  killed four men and injured a 
    dozen others. Then he grasped his heart and died of an apparent heart 
    seizure.  Then something very odd occurred: the body of the monster shrank 
    into someone completely different, who has been identified as a patent 
    medicine salesman." 
 "I thought that Dr. Jekyll's formula was a liquid," Churchill said. 
 "It was," nodded Lestrade affirmatively. "Whereas this is some sort of 
    medical pudding saturated with the active ingredients of Jekyll's inquiry. 
    You coat a laceration with the ointment and the transformation ensues within 
    half an hour and takes five minutes to complete." 
 Lestrade drew forth the portfolio of photographs he had at his side. "We 
    know that from what happened to the cats and dogs that we experimented on. 
    It takes only a fingerworth of ointment to transform an eighty pound dog."
     The Prime Minister and Home Secretary looked at the pictures avidly. 
    Irregular patches of wiry hair alternated with bald patches on the hides of 
    the afflicted beasts; the muscles were swollen but irregular in size, and 
     the irregularity also extended to the bones of the face, presenting an 
    unhealthy appearence. Winston Churchill recalled the famous pictures drawn 
    of Mr. Hyde from life ---- the disfiguration was hard to describe. 
 Sentimental Asquith asked about the fate of the animals. Lestrade was 
    blunt: none lived past seven or ten hours.  "Their hearts and lungs grow very loud and labored and they die inside a 
    day. That certainly was not a feature of the drug in its first production by 
    Henry Jeykll." 
 And Churchill asked:  "What if a fingerworth of the ointment is not used? 
    What if only a tiny residue on a razor's edge is applied to a wound, or if 
    the stuff is only swallowed or massaged into the skin?"  "Agitation, itching, nervousness, inappropriate flashes of anger, and some 
    chest pains. Our volunteers at the Yard felt the effects several days later 
    but they did wear away."
 Curious, Churchill touched the jar.  "This stuff may have military uses," 
    Churchill said. 
 Asquith:  "Never would be used by a humane commander on animals or 
    soldiers. So many negative effects could be expected from it."  "In addition to our own chemists, I have left a specimen of the stuff 
    with Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who may find something useful about it.  And I am 
    keeping this mass in reserve."  Churchill asked the detective of the patent medicine salesman who had 
    gone berserk. "He was an American and claimed to be a doctor by reason of a 
    document from a medical school in Detroit, Michigan of the United States. 
    His name was Hawley Crippen."  "Had he ever indicated an ability to duplicate Henry Jekyll's 
    discoveries?" 
 "No, my lord," Lestrade said. "His substances for sale are shots of 
    whisky adulterated with herbs and odors for his trade, He is not the man to 
    come up with something like this." 
 "We have already searched his home and business," said the permanent 
    secretary. "Dr Crippen had been away from his office frequently, says his 
    secretary, and she thought that he was investigating some new type of 
    medicine. The secretary recalls him coming back in his last months with 
    chemical stains on his pants and waistcoat."  Churchill assured the Prime Minister that Asquith would be informed the 
    minute there was a breakthrough in the case. 
 
     
  
 Part Two:  The small head and extremely long neck of the dinosaur turned and looked 
    down at the Sunday crowd of children and other idliers at the London Zoo.
    
 "How absurd!" commented Sherlock Holmes. "They put most of the animal's 
    enclosure as a pond, based on a theory that it would spend its time swimming. So it spends all its time on a quarter of the space alloted to 
    it."
 
 "'I like the three-horn shield head best," said Watson, eating handfuls 
    of popped corn from a paper bag. "They plan to introduce the Tyranos or at least immature ones for display at the zoo."
 
 The division of the Zoo dedicated to the creatures of Maple White Land 
    was likely the most popular part of the Zoo. Holmes and Watson strolled on 
    Roxton Road, passing a brick building with an empty cage. 
 "I've never been more proud, Holmes, than of your stand against 
    exhibiting the orangmen of Maple White Land as Zoo attractions." 
 "I worry more about slavers willing to put them in bondage," said Holmes. 
    "I received a letter from young Willie, who has not forgotten us or his 
    English lessons." 
 ""Good show. How is he doing?" 
 
     "He 
    and Janey have had a baby. They are doing quite well back in Maple White 
    Land." 
 Holmes abruptly told Watson: "I saw Lestrade some time ago, and only now 
    have received a telegram from Home Secretary Winston Churchill." 
 "Churchill? Yes, I know his mother, wonderful woman." 
 "For you, Watson, which women are not wonderful?" 
 The friends sat on a park bench, Holmes smoking a pipe and Watson a 
    cigar, watching the Zoo's pilosaurs at play. Zookeepers entertained the 
    visitors by throwing fish at the creatures. 
 "Damn, your solution was too good to last forever, Holmes," Watson 
    observed. "By keeping secret the identity of the necessary contaminant, 
    you've prevented Jekyll's potion from being another bane to the word." 
 "One would hardly wish such a secret in the hands of the German General 
    Staff, or the French General Staff for that matter." And upon a thought, 
    Holmes said: "Or held by Professor Moriarty," 
 "Who do you think is behind the manufacture of that cream?"" inquired 
    Watson. 
 "Based on ability and demonstrated desire to follow in Henry Jekyll's 
    path," said Holmes, "my finger is pointed to the gentleman you called the 
    Creeping Man." 
 "That Irish chemist who tried to rejuvenate himself and had episodes of 
    derangement in which he performed as an ape could be expected to act?" 
 "The same. I examined his work ---- it was obvious that he began with the 
    published portions of Jekyll's work.. Much of his project was his own 
    creation." 
 "The story remains unpublished,"" Watson said (and so it would remain 
    until 1923, thirteen years after these events). "I recall you said that you 
    thought the Professor was mentally disturbed even without his infamous 
    medicine and that his odd behavior had less to do with his bottle than with 
    a curious and sad upbringing." 
 "I did speculate that," said Sherlock Holmes. "I may have been too 
    dismissive of the man, too ready to retire from active practice in 1903, 
 "I have made further inquiries of the fellow and find that he is retired 
    deep in the Irish countryside. Also the jar in which Lestrade found the 
    compound is made in quantity in Limerick." 
 "I think that some Irish air would be capital for both of us," commented 
    Watson. 
 "Exactly," summarized Holmes. 
 
     
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