CHAPTER VI

THE MASTER OF GRIFF ADELE 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 goi…