CHAPTER THREEA sharp unexpected shower of rain splashed onto the parcels Fenella was carrying in her arms and soaked through her thin coat so that she could feel the dampness of it on her arms and back.
She was struggling along, half blinded and hating the thought of the long pull uphill that lay ahead of her, when a car drew up beside her.
She turned with a glad smile, guessing that it was Rex, but to her surprise it was Sir Nicholas Coleby. Before he could speak to her he had to wind down the window and she had a moment in which to be conscious of her own astonishment that he should have stopped.
“Can I give you a lift?” he asked.
Fenella hesitated and then replied,
“Thank you very much – I am getting awfully wet.”
He opened the door for her and she climbed in, putting her sodden p
