The door shattered. Utterson rushed in, axe in hand. Hyde turned, a snarl on his lips, holding a crushed phial of poison. Seeing Utterson, he hesitated, a flicker of recognition crossing his bestial face. But the animal instinct took over; he leaped at the lawyer with a knife snatched from the table. Utterson, adrenaline surging, swung the axe handle to defend himself.