Chapter 16
Week 5, Instructor Calendar, March 1898
You have been hotly call’d for.
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It was well past dark when Concordia reached the gate of Hartford Women’s College. Clyde scowled in disapproval as he passed her a slip of paper.
“Miss Pomeroy left this for ya,” he said.
With a murmur of thanks, Concordia opened it.
Concordia, please come to my office when you get this. We need to have a chat. Yours, Gertrude Pomeroy.
Concordia’s heart sank. While the tone of the note was cordial enough, she knew she was in trouble.
Only a few lamps glowed in the windows of Founder’s Hall as Concordia crossed the quadrangle. No one lingered outside on this chill March evening. She thought back to her conversation with Capshaw, about the stranger—two of them—who had been slipping onto campus at
