I got out the objection letter and looked at it.
I laid it beside the Headmaster's letter and looked from one signature to the other.
They both had the same slanted C. The same heavy line beneath the surname. The same habit of crossing the t too far to the right.
"I've seen this handwriting before."
Shadric looked at the second page.
"Where?"
"At Hartwell."
I slid the anonymous objection towards him.
"The objection against my regional strategy."
He compared both documents in silence before placing them back on the bench.
"They're alike."
"They're the same."
"Don't decide that yet."
I looked up.
"You disagree?"
"I dislike conclusions without evidence."
"I wasn't asking for a lecture."
"No, you weren't. I'm just saying you should be sure."
He looked at me calmly.
"You were
