The Strange Case of
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
and SOURCES

He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a change – he seemed to swell – his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter -- and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the wall, my arm raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror.

“O God!” I screamed, and “O God!” again and again; for there before my eyes – pale and shaken, and half-fainting, and groping before him with his hands, like a man restored from death – there stood Henry Jekyll!

What he told me in the next hour, I can barely bring my mind to set on paper. I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, I asked myself if I believe it. My life is shaken to its roots, sleep has left me, I am incredulous, and yet it is true.

“I was at my wits’ end,” he said. “I was paying Hyde and Associates a fortune to send out media releases, and promote us in Twitter and Facebook, and constantly redesign our website, and I don’t know what else. Yet the media were ignoring what we had to say. Then I signed up with SOURCES, where we can send out unlimited news releases and position ourselves as experts on all the issues we care about. It amazing! It’s as if I’ve been reborn. No more Hyde. SOURCES works, and it’s totally affordable.”