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these days."
Had Walter Saar not been dazed with shock from
the sight of Oglethorpe's eyes, pinpoints of panic in an
old chalk face, he might not have found himself being
driven into Manhattan. But there was nothing he could
do for the man, the school carried on, the gap was
filled. He needed his half-holiday. He needed to get out.
And had Saar been watching where he was going, he
probably would not have chosen to sit beside the
Thespian Ladies to wherever (and he preferred not to
predict his ultimate destination) he was traveling. Not
that he disliked them: Mrs. Ransom was a witty bridge
partner, and her husband controlled the trustees of
Alexander Hamilton Academy. Mrs. Canopy was,
when you came down to it, a kind soul whose heart
was in the right place—didn't he love Art himself? And
Mrs. Troyes was simply very lonely. Well, God knows,
so was he. No, he did like them, but he preferred, when
transformed into Mr. Hyde, to ride alone. Certainly he
would rather not be squeezed among the social
acquaintances of the good Dr. Jekyll, headmaster and
dinner guest. Mr. Hyde? Saar winced. In his attaché