CHAPTER VI
THE MASTER OF GRIFFAdele did not speak to him for a long time. Resentment that he should force his company upon her, and nervousness at the coming ordeal—a nervousness which became sheer panic as they grew nearer and nearer to their destination—made conversation impossible.
“I see your Mr. Lawley Foss is with us,” said Michael, glancing over his shoulder, and by way of making conversation.
“He always goes on location,” she said shortly. “A story has sometimes to be amended while it’s being shot.”
“Where are we going now?” he asked.
“Griff Towers first,” she replied. She found it difficult to be uncivil to anybody. “It is a big place owned by Sir Gregory Penne.”
“But I thought we were going to the Dower House?”
She looked at him with a little frown.
“Why did you ask if yo
