The housekeeper had the good sense to summon Miss Jenkins as well. Under the infirmarian’s take-charge style, the room was cleared quickly and a stretcher brought.
“Your instincts were excellent, Concordia,” Miss Jenkins said, before shooing her and Miss Pomeroy into the hall. “If she hadn’t been discovered until morning, she’d be dead.”
“Well, I didn’t imagine this happening,” Concordia said. “Will she recover?”
Miss Jenkins shrugged. “It’s too soon to say. But at least she has a chance now. Ah, lieutenant,” she said, looking over Concordia’s shoulder to see the policeman hurrying down the hall, “this way. We haven’t moved her yet, but we must do so quickly.”
Lieutenant Capshaw, stoop-shouldered and gloomy as usual, shook his head as he moved past Concordia. “Miss Wells. Why do I alwa
