The door and the man who trampled a child

1 From high above London's soot-dark roofs, one clean shopping street shines on a Sunday

2 Utterson walks upright and alone along a blank, soot-dark wall in pale Sunday light.

3 On a Sunday walk, unsmiling Mr. Utterson glances at his companion with warmth in his eyes

4 Mr. Utterson and Mr. Enfield walk side by side down an empty Sunday street in dull silence

5 Utterson and Enfield walk silently down a by-street of polished brasses in a dingy quarter

6 On a bright Sunday by-street, a windowless, neglected gable sticks out between cheerful shop fronts.

7 The forgotten door's lower half: blistered paint, match streaks, a schoolboy's knife cuts

8 On a Sunday walk, Mr. Enfield stops and raises his cane toward a small, shadowed door

9 Mr. Utterson's grave face tightens slightly as Enfield speaks of a very odd story

10 At three o'clock on a black winter morning, Mr. Enfield walks alone down an empty London street.

11 At three on a winter morning, a little man and a small girl near the same gaslit corner

12 A little man walks steadily on, leaving the girl he trampled screaming on the cobbles

13 At three on a winter morning, Enfield holds the little man by the collar under a gas lamp

14 At a lamplit corner, a ring of furious people closes around one small man

15 In the dark recess of the neglected door, the man who trampled the child uses his own key

16 A gloved hand holds ten sovereigns and a Coutts's cheque, thumb over the famous signature

17 Enfield names the shabby door Black Mail House as Utterson listens gravely

18 Mr. Utterson turns sharply toward the neglected door and asks about the place

19 Enfield swings his cane down in an arc to show how a question sets a stone rolling

20 Seen from the far footway, the blind gable above the shut door rises into a clear Sunday sky.

21 The two men walk on down the bright, empty by-street, the dark door now small behind them

22 On a sunny Sunday by-street, Enfield casually says the name "Hyde."

23 Mr. Enfield breaks off mid-sentence and stares, disgusted by a face only he can see

24 Hearing the name Hyde, Mr. Utterson walks on in silence, gloved hands clenched behind him

25 Enfield turns sharply mid-stride, caught off guard by Utterson's question about the key

26 Extreme close-up of Mr. Utterson's eyes under the black brim of his top hat, grave and steady.

27 Enfield stops on the Sunday footway, flushed and sullen, insisting Hyde still has the key

28 On the empty Sunday by-street, Mr. Utterson gives a deep sigh and says nothing.

29 Mr. Utterson grips Enfield's hand and promises never to speak of the story again

30 The Sunday by-street stands empty after the two walkers have gone.