Chapter 48
Driving along the quiet road at this hour of the morning would have been pleasant if Randolph Maynard wasn’t so worried. As he tapped the reins along Ransom’s flanks once more to urge him on, he considered what had prompted Miss Crandall to take Chestnut in the middle of the night. None of the possibilities were reassuring. From what little he’d observed of the young lady, she was sober and intelligent, not given to reckless impulses like this. At least they knew she’d returned to campus safely. What worried him most was that Miss Wells had not come back at all.
The side road he’d just turned on was darker and narrower. The houses here were not wired for electricity yet. With only carriage lanterns for illumination, he was forced to slow down.
He gritted his teeth at the pace
