Follow a Stranger

Pallas was still at the school, and no one seemed aware of

any trouble concerning her.

Had Miss Carter persuaded her brother to leave her at

school? Or had he changed his mind last night, after all?

Puzzled, anxious and uneasy, Kate waited all day, but when

she left that afternoon she had still heard nothing.

As she turned out of the drive she heard a voice calling her

name, and looked round in surprise.

The sleek black car was drawn up at the kerb and Marc

Lillitos was leaning out of the window.

“I want a word with you,” he said brusquely. “Get in.”

Despite all her good intentions, she stiffened resentfully.

Who did he think he was? His tone was as arrogant as ever.

“I’m sorry,” she said coldly, “I’m in a hurry.”

His grey eyes were sardonic. “Then it will be quicker to go

by car,” he pointed out, opening the passenger door for her.

“I prefer to walk,” she said, turning away.

The door slammed and suddenly he was beside her, taking

her elbow in fingers which gripped painfully. “Don’t be

ridiculous! I want to talk to you.”

“Are you kidnapping me?” she asked, her eyes flashing.

“Let go of my arm—you’re hurting me! How dare you? Just

because you’re a millionaire it doesn’t give you the right to

order me around.”

He stared down at her, eyes amused. “What a little spitfire

you are, aren’t you?” he murmured. “Come, must I go down

on my knees to you before you will consent to get into the

car? Be reasonable, Miss Caulfield. Let me drive you home so

that we can talk quietly without causing a scene.”

She looked around and saw several passers-by halting,