“I see. Well, as I was saying, professor, if you changed Pittston’s grade, you must have some records to show why. If we were to come in with a subpoena, you could show why you raised his mid-term grade in your course, I suppose. And you have something to justify the final grade you awarded him in the course.”
“Well, no. That is, I, uh…”
“You don’t?”
“Final exams are returned to the students if they want them back. And after a certain amount of time if they aren’t claimed, I throw them out.”
“So you changed the young man’s mid-term grade from a C minus to a B plus and he earned an A minus for the course?”
Entwhistle adjusted his bow tie. “Yes.”
“With all respect, professor, I think that’s a crock of shit.”
“See here, Captain, you can’t just come in here and…”
“But I just did. Now,
