Chapter 33
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Capshaw returned to the station. “Any messages?” he asked the desk clerk.
The man shook his head. “Not since I been here—oh, wait a minute—a young lady left you a note.” The man rummaged around, finally producing a scrap of paper, marked Urgent.
Capshaw frowned over the note. He sighed when he recognized the handwriting. Miss Wells. A most trying young lady—he would never understand college people, especially when they were the female of the species. She had good instincts, he had to give her that. Not that he ever planned to tell her so.
He read it through quickly. Hmm. The boy’s absence was worrisome. Perhaps he should send a man out to the college and fetch Miss Wells.
“Who’s here that can go to the ladies’ college right quick?” he asked.
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