Chapter 14
Week 5, Instructor Calendar, March 1898
The next afternoon, Concordia stared in dismay at the pile of mail taking over her desk. How long had it been there—a week? She’d neglected it terribly.
Her thoughts returned to Eli as she worked to clear her desk. Would they be able to find him and learn the truth about Florence’s murder? She trusted Capshaw’s ability, but each passing day without progress increased her worry.
Concordia sifted through the pile of envelopes, throwing away the advertising circulars (“Our 57-cent Princess Hair Tonic Restorer!”), opening the department store bill (she was nearly finished paying for those winter boots), and finally reaching the bottom of the stack.
She picked up a plain white envelope. The hand was unfamiliar, with no return direction upo
