CHAPTER EIGHT
FRANK DURHAM WANDERED MOURNFULLY Across the campus. His tall, stocky frame slushed through the thawing ice and mud, moving carelessly, aimlessly.
It had been a long day, and a bad one.
First there had been his seminar class with Mr. Danton. Old Danton, who had to give him a passing mark if he were to get a degree, and who had to give him a top recommendation if he wanted to begin as anything but an assistant to a third-class ward healer.
The college wasn't a big one to begin with. No major sports graced its stadiums or gymnasiums, no Nobel Prize winners listed in among their credits. In fact, very few people had even heard of it.
As for the law school, it had received even less acclaim than the other schools it resided amidst. Only a handful of years old now, those who h
