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Late that night, when Hetherwick was thinking things over, a pounding on his stairs and a knock on his outer door heralded the entrance of Matherfield, who, with an expressive look, flung himself into the nearest easy chair.
"For heaven's sake, Mr. Hetherwick, give me a drop of that whisky! " he exclaimed. "I'm dead beat -- and dead disappointed, too! Such a day as I've had after that woman! And what it all means the Lord only knows -- I don't!"