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Lord Morradale, who kept up honest, country-squire habits even in London, had gone to bed when Hetherwick and Mapperley arrived at his house, but he lost little time in making an appearance, in pyjamas and dressing-gown, and listened eagerly to Hetherwick's account of the recent transactions.
"Force! " he muttered, nodding his head at each point of the story. "Force! got it out of her by force. That is, if the order's genuine."