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drive it home for her. It’s as simple as that.’
    An explosion of laughter burst from his throat, the unpleasant sort that grated. ‘You must think I’m simple if you think for one moment that I’m going to swallow that.’
    His hand came forward. She shrank back in her seat, an automatic reaction that he acknowledged by the contempt that flickered in his eyes.
    â€˜I was only reaching for this,’ he said as his hand closed round Glenda’s black patent leather handbag. ‘We’ll soon see who you are, won’t we?’
    He opened it up. A few seconds’ rummaging brought a twisted smile to his lips. ‘You lie with charming conviction and such a convincing innocence that you almost had me believing you. But I don’t think I need look further than your driving license and credit cards for proof of your identity, do I, Miss Channing?’
    Her eyes had closed in despair when she saw what he was doing. ‘I can explain that, too. The mix-up occurred in the cafe, Betty’s Cafe, where I bumped into Glenda Channing. We shared a table. She left before I did and she took my clutch bag by mistake instead of her own handbag.’ Even to her own ears it sounded a lame story.
    â€˜That, Miss Channing, is straining credibility just a bit too much. I’d even go as far as to say that it is an insult to my intelligence.’
    â€˜It’s the truth,’ she said wearily, with little hope of convincing him. Everyone knows that a handbag is as personal to a woman as a wallet is to a man. Had the situation been reversed she would have been hard put to believe him. Yet there
was
a logical explanation and she must have another stab at getting through to him. ‘In normal circumstances I don’t suppose she would have picked up the wrong handbag, but mine used to belong to her. I bought it at a church jumble sale.’
    â€˜I’m not buying it. The lie, I mean. You’ve wasted enough time. Are you coming under your own steam or do we wrestle?’
    â€˜We wrestle every inch of the way,’ she said, gritting her teeth. ‘I am not Glenda Channing and I am not coming with you.’
    She tried to sit fast. She made a spirited attempt, but she had about as much chance of resisting him as a feather has of knocking down a brick wall. He picked her up as though she was weightless, held her captive while he meticulously locked Glenda’s car, and then ruthlessly tossed the car keys into the scrub beyond the drystone wall. ‘Unlocked cars tempt joy-riders. There’s too much under that bonnet. Wouldn’t like it on my conscience if some young hothead ended up wrapped round a telephone pole.’
    His conscience again! This was incredible. Even as she kicked and screamed and struggled and bit, all the while hoping in vain that someone would come along and rescue her from what seemed to be her inevitable fate, she couldn’t help but see the comic side. Kidnapping ranked as one of the vilest of crimes. How could anyone who dealt in that kind of human suffering have principles? Something didn’t make sense.
    â€˜I think you might be less of a distraction in the back,’ he said, bundling her into his car. ‘In any case, you’ll be more comfortable. We’ve a long drive ahead of us and if you want to catnap you can. I brought a blanket to make you cozier. Don’t try anything stupid, like attempting to jump out or hitting me over the head with your handbag or any other foolish trick. At the speed I intend to travel you wouldn’t live to regret it.’
    â€˜I won’t, then, because I want to live. I want to live for the pleasure of seeing your face when you find out you’ve kidnapped the wrong girl.’
    â€˜Not that again. Repetition is so boring.’
    â€˜I said when you find out, as you will when you discover that no one is particularly bothered about my disappearance. I’ve given up trying to