Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde 1908 -

He did not use a knife. He used his hands. Later, the police would find thumbprints bruised so deep into her throat that the coroner could trace the whorls. She was nineteen. Her name was Mary Flynn. She had been saving for a singing career.

“I have learned that man is not truly two, but one—and the one is a beast that has learned to wear a coat. I called him Hyde. But he was always there. I merely gave him the key.” Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde 1908

In the laboratory, the glass shattered on the floor. He did not use a knife

Jekyll woke the next morning in Hyde’s lodging house, lying next to the body. He had no memory of carrying it there. But the blood on the floorboards was still wet. She was nineteen

He opened his mouth to speak. The voice that emerged was gravelly, lower by a third, and Cockney in a way he had never practiced.

Because he was not a murderer. He was a scientist. He would find a way to control the transformation. He would synthesize a purer salt. He would—