Concordia was just in time to meet Capshaw as he stepped onto the porch. She quietly ushered him into the parlor and went to get Ruby.
“Would you mind coming out to the parlor for a moment?” Concordia asked, sticking her head in the kitchen. She turned and walked back down the hall before Ruby could ask why. With a puzzled crease of her brow, the matron put aside her work and followed.
Lieutenant Capshaw stood as they entered. “Mrs. Hitchcock.”
Concordia saw the raw panic flit across Ruby’s features before she suppressed it. Her shoulders slumped. “Lieuten’nt.”
“Would you sit, please?” Capshaw gestured to the settee.
Concordia closed the door and sat beside the trembling housekeeper. “It’s all right, Ruby,” she said. “Lieutenant Capshaw just wants to ask you a few questions.”
“I know
