Chapter 36
Week 13, Instructor Calendar December 1898
There are instincts in the humblest understanding which will tell us where to draw the line. ~Mrs. John Sherwood
Charlotte clasped her hands so hard the knuckles were white. “Arrested?” she choked.
“Sit down, lieutenant,” Lady Dunwick said, motioning to a chair.
Capshaw awkwardly folded his lanky legs as he perched on an antique rocker, which creaked in protest. “I wanted to tell you myself, Miss Crandall, before you read it in the newspapers.”
Dread pooled in Concordia’s stomach. How would the school recover from such a disgrace? “There was no way to have avoided this?”
“We had no choice. He is the only one with a motive.”
“And what exactly do you judge the motive to be, Lieutenant?” Lady Dunwick asked.
“Revenge. Protection. E
