Robert Louis Stevenson. Strange case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde (№ 768)

I hate questioning: the inquiry there is some taste of the day of judgment. Ask this question like to push the stone from the mountain: you're sitting himself quietly on top of it, and the stone rolls down, drags the other stones; some harmless old man, whom you have never been, digging in the garden, and it all falls on him, and the family have to change the name. No, sir, I have a firm rule: the suspicious looks the business, the less I ask questions.