Gertrude Jekyll
and Mr Hyde

a musical
Robin Gordon

Act II

Auksford crest: a great auk displaying a book with the words "Ex ovo sapientia"

- Auksford 2013 -

©  Copyright Robin Gordon
Book & lyrics 1994, revised 2010
Music 2010


After a while the lights gradually come on.  It is morning in the street.  The newsboys take up their stands again.  The macabre relish has disappeared from their voices leaving only shock and grief.

[No.10.  Read all about it: reprise]  [Score]

BOY 1:  Read all about it!

BOY 2:  Murder most foul!

BOY 1:  Jack the Ripper strikes again!

BOY 2:  Ripper on the prowl!

BOY 1:  Jack the Ripper’s struck again
shielded by the fog and rain,
killed in darkness with a knife
Fanny Adams, Arfur’s wife,
left her body in the mud,
lying in a pool of blood.

BOY 1:  Read all about it!

BOY 2:  Murder most foul!

BOY 1:  Jack the Ripper strikes again!

BOY 2:  Ripper on the prowl!

BOY 2:  P’lice are baffled, not a clue.
Government is in a stew.
Gladstone cries, “It must be solved!”
Sherlock Holmes is now involved.
He searches every nook and cranny,
but even he could not save Fanny.

BOY 1 [brokenly]:  Read all about it ...  [sobs]

BOY 2:  Murder most foul … [sobs]

The newsboys break down into helpless sobbing.

Enter Holmes and Watson.  Watson hurries over to one of the boys and buys a paper.  He peruses the front page.

WATSON:  Holmes!  Another murder.  And not more than a couple of hundred yards from Miss Jekyll’s door.  We must go over straight away.  I do hope she is all right.

HOLMES:  You are right Watson.  We must go over there.  I feel certain that the clue we are seeking lies in Jekyll’s laboratory.  I cannot put my finger on it yet, but there is something not quite as it should be.

WATSON:  That fellow Hyde, for a start.  I tell you, Holmes there is something so evil about him that … well, … dammit, Holmes, I've strapped on my old service revolver.

HOLMES:  Pray Heaven you will not need it, Watson, but  you know my methods: observation and analysis; at all costs emotion must be excluded if we are to avoid jumping to the wrong conclusions.  You dislike Hyde because he is an ugly little brute with an even uglier temper, but that does not necessarily make him a murderer.  The so-called Ripper does not kill in a blind rage as Hyde might well do.  He dissects his victims with all the finesse of a skilled surgeon.

WATSON:  You can’t suspect Jekyll.

HOLMES:  Until I have the vital clue I suspect no-one, or rather, I suspect everyone.  Who could have believed that such evil could stalk the streets of England’s capital in the ninth decade of the nineteenth century?  We are never free from it, Watson, no matter how advanced our civilisation.

[No.11.  All the hounds of Hell]  [Score]

All the hounds of Hell are at our heels.
We know the fear the simple native feels
when the witch-doctor cries
and he hears those foul lies:
his blood congeals.

All the hounds of Hell are at our heels.
Our civilised veneer so swiftly peels.
We shudder and we blink,
we cannot bear to think
what it reveals.

All the hounds of Hell are at our heels
when Englishmen betray their great ideals.
When murder stalks the town
its evil may bring down
the commonweal.

WATSON:  You don’t think it could be a foreigner, do you Holmes?  By George, if we could only clear out every Frenchman, every German …

HOLMES:  Every Irishman?  Every Scotsman?

WATSON:  Er … no, um …

HOLMES:  Xenophobia, my dear Watson.  Perhaps the greatest evil of all.  Finding a scapegoat who is different.  I am afraid the likelihood is that our murderer is an Englishman, an educated Englishman, one who passes as an English gentleman.

WATSON:  Come on, Holmes.  We must look to Miss Jekyll.  Pray God she is safe!

Holmes and Watson hurry offstage.


The curtains open to reveal Dr Jekyll’s laboratory, furnished as before.  On the small dining table are a silver chafing dish, a coffee pot, a plate, a cup and saucer, and a knife and fork.

WATSON [off]:  Thank heavens you’re all right, Miss Jekyll.  I was quite worried about you.

Enter Holmes, Watson and Gertrude.

GERTRUDE:  There’s no need to worry, Dr Watson.  Henry will take care of me.  If you’d like to wait in here I'll see if he is getting up.  Poor Henry had such a late night last night.

Exit Gertrude.

HOLMES:  I have been thinking, Watson.  The careful dissection of the corpses and the removal of certain internal organs must have a purpose.  You may recall that during the last century, the so-called age of Enlightenment, a gentleman of your own profession undertook certain experiments and succeeded in creating an artificial human being by abstracting various organs from the corpses of men executed for heinous crimes.

WATSON:  You mean, Dr Frankenstein?  The man who made a monster?

HOLMES:  Exactly so.

WATSON:  But Holmes, the Ripper has taken the same parts again and again: livers and kidneys.

HOLMES:  I have taken that into account, Watson.  These organs are highly perishable.  If one of your colleagues has set out to emulate Frankenstein’s experiments, it is not unlikely that it is precisely these organs that would give him the most trouble.  That, at any rate is my theory.  The alternative is too horrible to contemplate.

While Holmes has been speaking, Watson has wandered over to the table.  He lifts the cover of the chafing dish.

WATSON:  Kidneys!  Capital!  Now that I know Miss Jekyll is safe I suddenly feel quite peckish.  I’m sure Jekyll wouldn’t mind.

Watson takes up the plate and helps himself to the kidneys.  Holmes turns and sees him.

HOLMES [aghast]:  Watson!  Don’t eat the kidneys!

WATSON:  What’s the matter, Holmes?

HOLMES:  Another clue.  Why didn’t I see it?  We must face up to the unspeakable truth.  Watson, examine those kidneys as a man of science.  Tell me, from what species did they come.

WATSON:  I am a doctor, not a zoologist, but if you insist ... [he examines the kidneys] ... They look, I would almost say ... human.

HOLMES:  Watson, I fear you came close to consuming part of the mortal remains of poor Fanny Adams.

WATSON:  Holmes, I feel sick!

HOLMES:  Your sensibility does you credit, Watson, but it is quite illogical.  Had you partaken of the kidneys you might justifiably feel ill.  As you have not I think you had better pull yourself together and help me make sense of the evidence.  Here we have a portion of the murdered girl, set out on a dish ready to be eaten – and in Jekyll’s house.

WATSON:  Hyde!  It must be Hyde!

HOLMES:  Quiet Watson.  Someone is coming.

Enter Jekyll.

JEKYLL:  Gentlemen?

WATSON:  Ah, Jekyll, old fellow.  I should like you to meet my friend Holmes.  Holmes, Jekyll.

Holmes and Jekyll shake hands.

JEKYLL:  Not Sherlock Holmes, the celebrated private investigator?

WATSON:  The same.

JEKYLL:  Mr Holmes, I need your help.  You have met Hyde.


JEKYLL:  He is evil, the embodiment of evil.

HOLMES:  Then why do you allow him the run of your house?

JEKYLL:  I will explain.  You have heard from my sister that I am engaged on a series of experiments.  I have long been intrigued by the combination of good and evil in human beings.  The best of men have secret sins that they keep hidden away for shame, and the very worst have sudden, unexpected impulses to help other people even at great cost to themselves.  It is as if two souls are at war within us.  Through my experiments I have succeeded in separating those two souls.  I have become two people.  My other self is Edward Hyde.

WATSON:  What?!!

JEKYLL:  I became Hyde by drinking a potion which I have devised, and as he went about his wicked pleasures, taking me with him as a horrified and impotent spectator, a subordinate soul, I imagined I was studying the essence of evil so that I could eliminate it from human nature, so that I could eradicate it totally and forever.
    Fool that I was!  I saw Hyde commit murder –  murder after murder –  and I became ever more determined to understand his nature.  Now it is too late.  Hyde has overmastered me.  At first he came only when I drank the potion, when I decided he should appear.  Then I found myself taking it more frequently, longing to take it at all times of the day and night.  My scientific curiosity, I thought –  but it was Edward Hyde, my subordinate soul, compelling me to liberate him.  Now I am convinced that he allows me to exist only when it suits him, when he needs to conceal himself from the consequences of his vile crimes.  I have needed larger and larger doses of the potion to become Jekyll, smaller and smaller doses suffice to call up Hyde.  This morning I became Hyde against my will and without taking any of the potion.
    I am Hyde.  Hyde is my natural state.  I can only be Jekyll if I am drugged by the potion – and the ingredients are harder and harder to find – impossible to find in the pure state.  Perhaps it was impurities reacting … with … the formula … that … caused … it.
    I … am … changing.  He is coming! … Watson, I beg you … you have a gun … shoot me!  You must … kill … Hyde … Aaaargh!

[No.12.  Transformation: reprise]  [Score]

Transformation: Jekyll falls about in agony and collapses behind the bench.  And appears and throws himself around the stage in a spectacular display of Arab springs and breakfalls.  At length he disappears behind the table.  Hyde crawls out from behind the table and gets to his feet.

HYDE:  I’m back!
    … and I’ll not go through that performance again.  Here I am and here I stay.  That fool Jekyll thought to betray me, did he?  Well he can stay right where he is till the Devil takes us both, ha-ha-ha!  Well, Gentlemen, we meet again.  Now you know I spoke nothing but the truth when I said Jekyll looks on me as his other self.  Unusual that, I rarely speak the truth – only when it suits me.

WATSON:  You villain.

HYDE:  Breakfast not to your liking, Watson?  Little Fanny Adams, so sweet and tender.  Why have you taken her kidneys out of the dish?  They’re cold!  I will not eat cold kidneys!

WATSON [pulling out his gun]:  I ought to shoot you like a mad dog.

HYDE:  I thought you loved dogs, Watson.  The English all love dogs.  They love animals more than people – now there’s a thought.  Ever heard of the Animal Liberation Front?


HYDE:  No, you won’t have, but your grandchildren will.  It’s brilliant.  I’ll use love of animals to spread hatred of humanity.  There’s always something new for me to do.

WATSON:  You fiend.

HYDE:  I’m evil incarnate – but you can’t shoot me, not without killing your friend Jekyll – and you’re too soft-hearted for that.  You won’t kill me even when you know the depths of my depravity.

[No.13.  Eat your heart out, Hannibal Lector]  [Score]

Eat your heart out, Hannibal Lector.
Mr Hyde’s the terrible spectre
that stalks the corridors of fear,
and we’ve all got Mr Hyde in here!
        [He strikes his breast]

Mr Hyde’s the Inquisition,
Mr Hyde’s the Ku-Klux-Klan.
Mr Hyde is liberation
for animals, and death to man.
Mr Hyde’s the Ku-Klux-Klan,
Mr Hyde’s the IRA,
Mr Hyde is Genghis Khan,
and Mr Hyde is here to stay.

Mr Hyde’s the IRA,
Mr Hyde’s the KGB,
Mr Hyde’s the Nazi party,
they take their policies from me.

Mr Hyde’s the KGB.
It’s Mr Hyde who takes the tyres
and hangs them round men’ necks with glee,
then calls to Winnie, “Light the fires!”

Mr Hyde, he never tires
of seeking wickedness to do.
he uses heroes, saints, and liars –
you can’t kill Hyde, ’cos Hyde is YOU!

Eat your heart out, Hannibal Lector.
Mr Hyde’s the terrible spectre
that stalks the corridors of fear,
and we’ve all got Mr Hyde in here!

He seeks out wickedness to do.
He promises to those who slay
the innocent that forty-two
sweet maids will kiss them every day.

He promises to those who slay
a place in paradise above,
with lots of filthy, sexy play –
    [Holmes and Watson are disgusted]
thus he betrays the God of love.

A place in paradise above
he guarantees to murderous boys.
Your God of Mercy, God of Love,
He weeps at my infernal joys.

He guarantees this to the boys
if they will kill.  He never tires
of promising, and he employs
the mouths of bigots, ranting liars.

Mr Hyde, he never tires
of seeking wickedness to do.
he uses heroes, saints, and liars -
you can’t kill Hyde, ’cos Hyde is YOU!

Eat your heart out, Hannibal Lector.
Mr Hyde’s the terrible spectre
that stalks the corridors of fear,
and we’ve all got Mr Hyde in here!

Ha!  I feel quite peckish after that.  Ready for a good breakfast.  Why don’t you join me, Watson?  You too, Holmes.  What do you say to a slice or two of the delectable Gertrude?

WATSON:  You unspeakable hound!

Watson shoots Hyde.

[No.14.  Transformation: Hyde – And - Jekyll]  [Score]

Hyde falls dying.  He collapses behind the table.  And rises to take his place.  And crashes around in spectacular breakfalls and springs, combining death throes with the pains of transformation.  He crashes behind the laboratory bench.  Jekyll crawls out.

WATSON:  What have I done?!

JEKYLL:  You … have … killed … Hyde.  Thank you … old friend.

WATSON:  Lie still, Jekyll.  I may be able to save you.

JEKYLL:  No!  Let me die! … If you … save me … you will … save … him.

HOLMES:  Jekyll is right, Watson.  I know it is hard for you, but the only way to save him is to let him die.

JEKYLL:  At least … I … die … as Jekyll.  I am free of … Hyde.

Enter Gertrude

GERTRUDE:  I thought I heard a shot.  Is … Henry!!  [She kneels beside Jekyll].  What has happened?  Who has done this?

HOLMES:  The man responsible is Edward Hyde.

JEKYLL:  Yes … it … was … Hyde …  [He dies]

Tableau:  Gertrude cradles Jekyll’s head, looking up at Watson, who is still holding the gun.  Holmes looks on.  The curtain falls.


Street scene in front of the curtains.  Enter Londoners walking solemnly

[No.15.  Dr Jekyll’s dead and gone]  [Score]

LONDONERS:  Dr Jekyll’s dead and gone.
    How was it that he died?
    Shot by Dr Watson’s gun,
    but killed by Mr Hyde.

ARFUR:  Hyde it was killed Fanny I am sure,
    and now he’s killed the friend of all the poor.
    [He coughs]
    Friends … [cough] … when I can speak I’ll
    sing the praise … [cough]
    … the praise of Dr Jekyll

Arfur begins coughing again. His friends lead him away.

AGITATOR:  There’s more in this than meets the eye.
    You mark my words. It’s true.
    How was it Jekyll came to die?
    They won’t tell me nor you.

LONDONERS:  What’s that he said?
    We know that Jekyll’s dead.

AGITATOR:  They won’t tell us
    who fired the gun
    that shot our only friend.
    I’ll bet it was a gentleman
    that brought about his end.

LONDONERS:  Dr Jekyll’s dead and gone.
    We know just how he died.
    Shot by Dr Watson’s gun,
    but killed by Mr Hyde.

AGITATOR:  Gather round me, comrades.  I will tell you
    a tale of wickedness that certainly will fell you.
    It was a gentleman that fired the fatal shot –
    and, I should think,
        the Prince of Wales as like as not.


AGITATOR:  Comrades!  It stands to reason!

MAN:  This sounds to me like treason!

AGITATOR:  Listen this is what I think:
    Jack the Ripper is the Prince’s son.
    Jekyll knew and threatened him with clink,
    so Jekyll’s murder was most royally done.


AGITATOR:  While you are starving in the street
    the nobs enjoy their wine and meat
    They are living off what you all pay in tax.
    If you haven’t got the money
    they will think it jolly funny
    to strip the very shirt from off your backs.
    There’s a German Jew called Marx
    who will stop their little larks.

MAN: Hark, hark!  The lark!

WOMAN:  What lark?

YOUTH:  What larks!  What larks!

AGITATOR:  It’s all written in his book Das Kapital
    Comrades, come the Revolution
    they’ll be up for execution –
    they’ll be swinging from the lamp-posts
    thanks to Karl.
MOCKING CHORUS:  Thanks to Karl.

AGITATOR:  You may laugh, but when your girls
    are seduced by dukes and earls,
    who have bought them all with promises of gems,
    then for vengeance you will thirst
    on those toffee-nose, accursed ...

MAN:  I fink we ought to frow ’im in ve Thames!

LONDONERS:  Get ’im!  Grab ’im!
        Hold ’im!  Nab ’im!

AGITATOR:  The people’s thirst for vengeance
                    is unquenchable

WOMAN:  And what we’ll do to you
                is quite unmentionable!

YOUTH:  She’s after his unmentionables!

Cheers and laughter.

AGITATOR:  The pressure for revolt is irrepressible!
        The joy of Anarchy is inexpressible!

YOUTH:  Let’s get ’is inexpressibles!

AGITATOR:  Property is theft,
        and poverty is left,

LONDONERS:  Get him!  Grab him!
        Hold him!  Nab him!
        Seize him!  Grip him!
        Pinch him!  Nip him!
        Punch him!  Trip him!
        Scrag him!  Strip him!

The Londoners surround the Agitator.

AGITATOR:  Down with the Monarchy!
        Anarchy for ever!

LONDONERS:  Down with the Anarchist!
        Throw him in the river!

They hustle him offstage.  There is a loud splash and a cheer.  Then the Londoners return quietly.

LONDONERS:  Dr Jekyll’s dead and gone,
        and this is how he died:
        shot by Dr Watson’s gun,
        but killed by Mr Hyde.

        Jekyll loved the London poor.
        He was our truest friend.
        He never turned us from his door,
        but now he’s met his end.

        Dr Jekyll’s dead and gone,
        and this is how he died:
        shot by Dr Watson’s gun,
        but killed by Mr Hyde.

They go off stage quietly. 


The curtains open to reveal Sherlock Holmes’ sitting room.  Holmes and Watson enter.

HOLMES:  Well, Watson, it is now four weeks since poor Jekyll died ...

WATSON [sombrely]: … since I shot him, you mean.

HOLMES:  Really, Watson, we’ve been through all this before.  It was Hyde you shot, Hyde the murderer.  You have nothing to reproach yourself for.

WATSON:  Holmes, old fellow, you know I had intended to ask Miss Jekyll if she would … in short if she would be my wife.  As the killer of her brother I cannot possibly propose to her.

HOLMES:  I see.  It’s a question of honour.

WATSON:  It’s a question of honour, and of trust.  How could I ever look Gertrude in the face knowing I had that on my conscience?

The doorbell rings

HOLMES:  Miss Jekyll is an extraordinary woman, Watson.  Why don’t you tell her the truth?

WATSON:  And destroy Jekyll’s reputation in the eyes of his greatest admirer?  No, Holmes, I shall live and die a bachelor.

Enter the Housekeeper followed by Gertrude.

HOUSEKEEPER:  Miss Jekyll to see you, Gentlemen.  Mr Holmes, I’m just popping out to the corner shop.

HOLMES:  Thank you, Mrs Halibut.  My dear Miss Jekyll, do come in and sit down.

GERTRUDE:  Thank you, Mr Holmes.  I really just came to say goodbye.  I’m going down to the country.  I have some ideas I want to try out on my garden.  Dr Watson, will you shake hands?

WATSON:  My dear Miss Jekyll, I …

GERTRUDE:  Don’t think I don’t know what you have done for Henry, Dr Watson.  I know you have tried to spare me, but a woman can’t live so close to a man without knowing when something is wrong.  I know that the Whitechapel murders had something to do with Edward Hyde – and I know that Mr Hyde meant more than we thought when he called himself Henry’s other self.

HOLMES:  How much do you know, Miss Jekyll?

GERTRUDE:  I know that Henry was deeply interested in the combination of good and evil in the human soul and …
well, since I am sure you know everything: on that last morning I went to wake Henry, and I found Mr Hyde in his bed, wearing his nightshirt.  When I went back later, Henry himself was there, wearing that same nightshirt, yet no-one could possibly have entered or left the room.  Later I saw Henry go into the laboratory to talk to you, then I heard Edward Hyde’s voice raised in anger.  I ran in when I heard the shot, and found Henry dying.  Of Mr Hyde there was no sign though he could not have left.

HOLMES:  Miss Jekyll, your marshalling of the evidence is exemplary.  You would make a great detective.

GERTRUDE:  No, I think not.  My eyesight, you know.  Dr Watson, although you never spoke of your hopes, I know what you intended.  We have both given up much for Henry’s sake.  I will never forget you.

WATSON:  Nor I you.

[No.16.  Cupid’s blundered]  [Score]

GERTRUDE:  Sadly, sadly, we must part,
by death forever sundered,
no matter what is in our heart,
for Cupid’s blundered.

WATSON:  How can we
        married be
when Jekyll’s life is ended?
I tried
to kill Hyde
but both in one were blended.

Sadly, sadly, we must part,
by death forever sundered,
no matter what is in our heart,
for Cupid’s blundered.

GERTRUDE:  What you’ve done
with your gun
I willingly will pardon.
There’s no blame.
All the same
I leave you for my garden.

Sadly, sadly, we must part,
by death forever sundered,
no matter what is in our heart,
for Cupid’s blundered.

BOTH:    Sadly, sadly, we must part,
by death forever sundered,
no matter what is in our heart,
for Cupid’s blundered.

While Gertrude and Watson gaze into each other’s eyes, Holmes moves to the front of the stage.

HOLMES:  What a waste!  Garden design!  A woman with Miss Jekyll’s abilities could really have made her mark on the world.  Now I don’t suppose we’ll ever hear of her again.

Enter the Prince of Wales, followed by the grovelling figure of Inspector Lestrade.

PRINCE:  The door was open, Holmes, and nobody answered the bell.  I hope you don’t mind.

HOLMES:  Not at all, Your Royal Highness.

PRINCE:  You have an unexpected visitor.

Enter two flunkeys who flank the door.  Enter two ladies in waiting who move to one side.  Enter a short, fat elderly woman dressed in black.  It is Queen Victoria.  Holmes and Watson bow deeply.  Gertrude curtseys.  Inspector Lestrade collapses into a corner.  The Queen takes her seat.  The Ladies and the Flunkeys arrange themselves behind her.  The Housekeeper rushes in.

HOUSEKEEPER:  Oh Mr Holmes, I do declare, there’s a carriage outside, a great big thing, and people are saying it belongs to ... oh my sainted aunt!  Stripe me pink!  It’s Her!

QUEEN AND PRINCE [in unison]:  Don’t take off so, my dear good woman.

The Housekeeper collapses beside the Inspector.

QUEEN:  Mr Holmes, Dr Watson.  My son has told me how you solved the Whitechapel murders.  I should like to reward you.

HOLMES:  We did no more than our duty, Your Majesty.  We seek no reward, except, perhaps … yes … Dr Jekyll devoted his life to the poor people of Whitechapel and intended to set up a clinic where they could obtain free medical treatment …

QUEEN:  It shall be done.


WATSON:  God save the Queen!

[No.17.  Victoria]  [Score]

ALL [except the Queen]: 
    Victoria!  Victoria!  May the Lord God save her!
    Victoria!  Victoria!  And grant her all His favour!
    She’s the Queen that we adore,
    we’ve never had one like her before.
    Not even Elizabeth the Great
    had taken England and her fate
    to those great heights which she’ll attain.
    Oh long may Queen Victoria reign.
    Victoria!  Victoria!
    We adore ya!

    Victoria!  Victoria!
    India’s mighty Empress.
    Victoria!  Victoria!
    Embodiment of progress.
    Little widow, dressed in black
    has something that all others lack,
    for Britain’s crown is on her head,
    that power that other nations dread,
    the greatest empire ever seen
    is symbolised in England’s Queen.
    Victoria, Victoria,
    We adore ya!

The curtain falls.


The curtain rises again showing Holmes’s sitting room as before, but now empty]

[No.18.  Curtain calls]  [Score]

The cast come on to take their bows as extracts from their songs are played:

Flunkeys and Ladies-in-Waiting;




Arfur and Fanny;

Inspector Lestrade and Mrs Halibut;

the Prince of Wales;

Jekyll, And, and Hyde;

Watson and Gertrude;


The Flunkeys move the rest of the cast to one side.  The Ladies-in-Waiting move centre stage to greet the Queen.  Queen Victoria makes a grand entrance and moves regally forward.  The rest of the cast take up positions at the sides to sing.

[No.19.  Victoria: reprise]  [Score]

ALL [except Queen Victoria]:  Victoria!  Victoria! 
    We bow the knee before her.
    Victoria!  Victoria!
    The Empire shall adore her.
    On her realms the blazing sun,
    how ever far his course may run,
    never sets.  From East to West
    the British Empire shall be blest.
    Long may it spread and never cease
    to bring to others Britain’s peace.
    Victoria! Victoria!
    We adore ya!

Queen Victoria raises her arms to include the cast, the audience and the Empire in her embrace.

--- { Final Curtain } ---

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