Chapter 40
Week 13, Instructor Calendar December 1898
The rogues, the pretenders, the adventurers who push into the penetralia of our social circles are many. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
“Blueprint!” Concordia exclaimed. “For the Blue Arrow project? But Guryev made off with it. Poor Mr. Sanbourne has been working for weeks, reconstructing the plans from his notes.”
David pointed to the left edge of the paper. “Shine the light here.”
Concordia did so, and leaned in for a closer look. The edges were crumpled and torn. Ink spots spattered that side.
Wait…not ink spots.
Concordia’s heart beat wildly.
Blood. That must have been what the dog had detected.
Miss Lovelace swayed. “I cannot believe….”
Charlotte pulled the girl over to the cot and sat her down. “Breathe. Slowly.”
Concordia’s quive
