Chapter 41
Dean Maynard had reached the end of his patience with student pranks. At his former school, the lady principal had kept her young ladies under strict control. Here, the girls ran amuck. Miss Pomeroy was sadly lacking as a disciplinarian. And many of the faculty were no better.
Especially Miss Wells. It was no surprise that she was a literature teacher. Through sad experience, Maynard had concluded that scholars in those arts weren’t possessed of the orderly mind one found among those dedicated to the sciences and mathematics. Add to that the lady professor’s unbridled curiosity and tendency to meddle where she had no business, and it made for a vexing combination. He remembered the unease he felt when he saw the newspaper reporter hand a piece of paper to Miss Wells at the lun
