CHAPTER EIGHTLucia was still really upset by the time she turned the Rolls Royce into the drive of Bingham Hall.
Briggs could not contain his astonishment as she leapt out of the motor car, leaving the engine still running.
‘Well,’ he said to himself. ‘There’s a fine thing!’
He turned the key and the engine shuddered to a halt.
Hot tears of anger ran down Lucia’s face as she swept inside.
‘Now my day has been ruined,’ she fumed, running up the stairs to her bedroom.
She washed her face and then went in search of Sir Arthur. Unfortunately, he was out and Moston seemed to think that he would not be returning until dinner.
Lucia was left to her own devices.
Although she should have been happy to be home, she now felt so restless and ill at ease, that she did not know what to do with h
