“Stop the car at once!” she said, terrified, and put her hand on the handle of the door.
Instantly her arm was gripped.
“My dear, you’re going to injure your pretty little body, and probably spoil your beautiful face, if you attempt to get out while the car is in motion,” he said.
“Sir Gregory!” she gasped.
“Now don’t make a fuss,” said Gregory. There was no mistaking the elation in his voice. “You’re coming up to have a little bit of supper with me. I’ve asked you often enough, and now you’re going willy-nilly! Stella’s there, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
She held down her fears with an effort.
“Sir Gregory, you will take me back at once to my lodgings,” she said. “This is disgraceful of you!”
He chuckled loudly.
“Nothing’s going to happen to you; nobody’s going to hurt you, and you’ll be delivered safe and sound; but you’re going to have supper with me first, little darling. And if you make a fuss, I’m going to turn the car into the first tree I see and smash us all up!”
He was drunk—drunk not only with wine, but with the lust of power. Gregory had achieved his object, and would stop at nothing now.