Chapter 9
Maurice felt the boards of the floor creak beneath him as he walked slowly across the university recreation hall. Most of the faculty had gone home and he had an opportunity to weigh the odds against him.
They were stacked rather high, even when he discounted Ellen's suspicion and the doubts regarding his fidelity which must still bother her. He gazed at the tile wall beside him. His eyes were reflected in the sheen ... dark blue orbs with gray, spider-wed threads. Worry showed plainly in his curled brow, and he could understand why.
Barbara, the dean of women, had been silent for over a week. That had to mean some kind of trouble brewing, because she was not one to sit quietly and let herself be "used" without fighting back. So he was ready for her. It had been a costly bl
