As Dorian hurried up the narrow stairs, the sweet, heavy smell of opium came to meet him and he smiled in pleasure. But in the room he saw a young man who had once been his friend. He turned away and went downstairs again to drink at the bar. One of the women spoke to him. ‘Don’t talk to me,’ Dorian said angrily, and walked towards the door. ‘I remember you! You’re Prince Charming, aren’t you?’ she shouted after him. The sleeping sailor woke up when he heard these words, and as Dorian left the house, the sailor hurried after him. Dorian walked quickly along the road, but as he reached a corner, hands closed around his neck. A man pulled him backwards and pushed him against a wall. Dorian fought wildly and pulled his hands away. Then he saw the gun in the man’s hands.
‘What do you want?’ He said quickly. ‘’Keep quiet,’ said the man. ‘If you move, I’ll shoot you.’ ‘You’re crazy. What have I done to you?‘ You destroyed the life of Sybil Vane,’ answered the sailor, ‘and Sybil vane was my sister. She killed herself because of you. I’ve been looking for you for years, but I only new the name that she used to call you – Prince Charming. Well, tonight I heard your name, and tonight you’re going to die.’
