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If Mr. Clode, when he stepped forward to open the door for Lord Dynmore, had any thought beyond that of facilitating his departure-if, for instance, as is just possible, he had set his mind on having a little private talk with the peer-he was disappointed. Lord Dynmore, after what had happened, was in no mood for conversation. As, still muttering and mumbling, he seized his hat from the hall table, he did indeed notice his companion, but it was with the red angry glare of a bull about to charge. The next moment he plunged headlong into his brougham, and roared "Home."
The carriage plunged away into the darkness of the drive, as if it would reach the Park at a leap. But it had barely cleared Mrs. Hammond's gates, and was still rattling over the stony pavement of the top of the town, when the footman heard his master lower the window and shout "Stop! " The horses were pulled up as suddenly as they had been started, and the man got down and went to the door. "Do you know where Mr. Bonamy the lawyer's offices are? " Lord Dynmore said curtly.