Chapter 43
Christmas Recess, 1898
The voice is a treacherous servant; it deserts us, trembles, often when we need its help. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
Ruby tapped on Concordia’s open door. “Sorry to interrupt your packing, miss, but that policeman’s here, and he’s brought a visitor.”
“Oh? Who is it?” Concordia secured the strap of her valise. Since the fire, packing did not take her long. Besides, she would only be at her mother’s house for winter recess.
Ruby’s lips quirked in a mischievous smile. “It’s a surprise.”
“I will be right down.” She hoped Capshaw came with news of Sanbourne’s arrest. The police departments in Hartford, New Haven, New York, and Boston had watches set in all of the major train stations and ports in the area, but after a week, there was no sign of him.
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