Chapter Twenty One
Beating Marcy
The cellar lights came on and Marcy Neidler waited tensely to see who would be her tormentor. She was somewhat surprised to see not Mistress Wright, but “his Supreme Excellency,” (as the staff called him behind his back), Mr. Boswick instead. Uh oh, Marcy thought. This is going to be worse than I expected. She knew Boswick had a curious fascination for techniques and procedures that no one else in the school knew or used. That he was now with her in the deep basement was an ominous sign.
“So, Miss Neidler,” Boswick said softly, with a big smile on his otherwise dull-looking face. “You have f****d up once again, I see.” He plopped himself into one of the heavy wooden chairs that were bolted to the stone floor, crossed his legs in a rather feminine fashion
