Chapter 24
Weeks 8 and 9, Instructor Calendar, November 1896
Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear.
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Capshaw finally joined them in the solarium. “What enemies did Miss Grant have?” He pulled out his oft-folded wad of notes and nub of a pencil.
Concordia snorted. “You’ve met the woman. No one liked her. If that were the criterion, lieutenant, we’d all be guilty.”
Capshaw leaned toward Concordia. “We have to start somewhere, Miss Wells. By the way, I have also heard of the…er…incident in the arbor last week. Count yourself lucky you have witnesses to account for your whereabouts today, or you would be my prime suspect.”
Concordia decided to ignore the jibe.
“Could it have anything to do with her kleptomania?” Miss Pomeroy asked.
“Her what?”
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