“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 you knew?” she demanded, almost in a tone of asperity.
“Because I like to hear you speak,” said the young man calmly. “Sir Gregory Penne? I seem to know the name.”
She did not answer.
“He was in Borneo for many years, wasn’t he?”