Chapter 50
Week 14, Instructor Calendar, May 1898
By the mass, ’tis morning.
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With the arrival of the police and a short explanation from Maynard, who then hurried into his house on an unknown errand, Flynn was promptly deposited in the prison wagon.
Concordia was pleasantly surprised to see Lieutenant Capshaw. In uniform, and…without a mustache? He looked like a youth of twenty. She tried not to stare. “I thought you’d been fired!” she exclaimed.
Capshaw grimaced as his gaze swept over Concordia. She knew she was a sight: rolled trousers held up by suspenders over a lumpy waist, shirt sleeves flopping over her wrists, feet bare.
An older policeman stepped forward. “No, miss. But it was a necessary subterfuge.”
“Concordia,” Capshaw said, “this is Police Chief Stiles.” The ma
