AT CLOSE QUARTERS When Doris descended to breakfast on the following morning she found an animated party in the dining-room discussing the best means of spending the day.

Abingdon himself and most of his guests were in favour of attending an aviation meeting at Wynhampton a few miles away.
Caryl was not present, but as she passed through the hall a little later, he came in at the front door.
"I was just coming to you," he remarked, pausing to flick the ash from his cigarette before closing the door.

"I have been making arrangements for you to drive to Wynhampton with me." Doris made a stiff movement that seemed almost mechanical.

But the next moment she recovered her self-control.

Why was she afraid of this man, she asked herself desperately?
No man had ever managed to frighten her before.
"I think I should prefer to go in the motor," she said, and smiled with quivering lips.