Sullivan, Edmund J.

There he was at the far end of the room digging among the crates

"The fellow had a key; & what's more, he has it still. I saw him use it not a week ago."

With ape like fury he was trampling his victim under foot, and hailing down a storm of blows under which the bones were audibly shattered and the body jumped upon the roadway

Here then ... I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end