From that night the lawyer began to haunt the door in the by-street. At last his patience was rewarded. It was a fine dry night, and the street was very quiet, when he heard a light step drawing near. A small, plainly dressed man came round the corner and went straight to the door with a key in his hand. "Mr Hyde, I think?" Utterson stepped forward and touched him on the shoulder. The man shrank back with a hissing breath, but he answered coolly enough. "That is my name. What do you want?" "I am an old friend of Dr Jekyll's. You must have heard my name, and I thought you might let me in." "You will not find Dr Jekyll; he is from home," replied Mr Hyde. Then he asked suddenly, "How did you know me?" "By description," said the lawyer. "We have common friends." "Common friends! Who are they?" "Jekyll, for instance." "He never told you," cried Mr Hyde in anger. "I did not think you would lie." And with that he unlocked the door and disappeared into the house.