The school bell rang for the commencement of class in short order.

As all the morning classes scheduled were taught by the characteristically punctual Donovan, his continued absence had the class‘ students in a state of ardent speculation.

“It‘s already a dozen minutes past, so what‘s up with Mr. Baxter? There’s no reason why he should be this late, even if he‘s a newly–wed.”

“I don‘t think he’d take it that far, surely? Could he be on medical leave?”

They had no idea that Donovan was not actually late at all. Rather, he was at the lead of a collective of lecturers who had stormed up to Marcus‘ office.

“Mr. Brown!” said Donovan the moment he pushed through the doors. “There‘s a problem with the grades for this round of exams. Hence, I would like for your help in pulling up the class‘ surveillance footage so that we may launch an investigation into it!”

Marcus got himself quite a fright and adjusted his hyperopic glasses before he stood up on his feet. “What‘s going on, Mr. Baxter? Hmm? What brought all of you here as well, Professor Sleight? What‘s wrong with the results???

and regarded him quite grimly. “There‘s absolutely nothing wrong

that we come to see

rather cheerfully, “Let‘s not get too worked up

round of examinations,

stunned Marcus then began to inquire of Arthur in earnest. “You‘re the more level–headed one here, Professor Sleight. Why

own frosty gaze before

exceptionally well. Mr. Baxter took exception with her scoring full marks

Full marks?” Marcus‘ eyes widened. Scarcely believing what he heard, he even thought he ought

it right. Full scores

nod and seemingly

brilliant student hail from his own class, Arthur could not fathom how the former would venture to think that his own student‘s accomplishment was

The only set of answers available had been locked away in the safety deposit box,

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