CHAPTER TWO“Can I help you in any way?” he repeated.
“Oh, you’re English!” she exclaimed. “Please make this man understand that I have to go home immediately and I need a driver to take me as far as Calais. After that I can manage.”
“You certainly should not be stranded here in Paris all alone.”
“I am not alone. Winifred is with me.”
She glanced over to a far corner where there sat a large elderly woman, glaring at the world and seemingly at Michael in particular.
“She is your only protection?” he asked, astounded.
“I don’t really need protection. I am quite capable of looking after myself,” the girl asserted firmly.
She was really such a dainty little thing, so pretty and vulnerable and yet so blithely confident that she could make the world do her bidding that Michael felt a t
