Janos Szabo hated board meetings; and loathed the paperwork that went with them even more. At least now that Clair was out of the way there was a chance that the school could get on with things and do something; anything was better than the endless going round and round in ever decreasing circles without a decision: any decision would be better than the continuing impasse.

Szabo felt his blood pressure rising as he thought back to Father William’s filibustering. The man was a master! Could the old duffer not see that Templeton Taylor’s foundation was going bankrupt? Then what use would all the Brotherhood’s votive prayers have been?

Szabo looked up at the Tompion longcase clock as it chimed the hour: another fifteen minutes to the start of the board. Any minute now, Louis...

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