Lord Bowinem’s chauffeur

Simmonds carefully manoeuvred the Rolls-Royce motorcar into the garage, switched off the engine and climbed out. He drew a handkerchief from his pocket and rubbed out a smear on the gleaming blue paintwork. He loved driving that car. “Simmonds.” Lord Bowinem spoke firmly. “I wish to speak to you privately. Please go to your room, … Continue reading Lord Bowinem’s chauffeur