Caution whispered ‘wait’ — but in his arms she was lost and swept she knew not where…
From the back cover:
“Pamela, where were you last night?”
“We ran out of gas,” Pamela explained firmly.
“And you sat in the car all night? That’s– obviously — impossible!” ejaculated Mrs. Broome.
“No. There was a sort of — shanty.”
“Without a chaperon?”
“Mrs. Broome, what else could we do?” Pamela said desperately.