CHAPTER XXV
THE MAN IN THE CARLife is largely made up of little things, but perspective in human affairs is not a gift common to youth. It had required a great effort on the part of Adele Leamington to ask a man to tea, but, once that effort was made, she had looked forward with a curious pleasure to the function.
At the moment Michael was speeding to London, she interviewed Jack Knebworth in his holy of holies.
“Certainly, my dear: you may take the afternoon off. I am not quite sure what the schedule was.”
He reached out his hand for the written time-table, but she supplied the information.
“You wanted some studio portraits of me—‘stills,’ ” she said.
“So I did! Well, that can wait. Are you feeling pretty confident about the picture, eh?”
“I? No, I’m not confident, Mr. Knebworth; I
