As the minister stared back, the line softened a little, relaxed, as if by some great effort of will on the part of the older man. The steely eyes bored into him again, then they too, softened a little, then seemed to became almost shifty. What on earth was the matter with him? He was in charge of the welfare of the girls at his prestigious school and he was showing no interest whatsoever in investigating the charges some of which indicating that twelve year old girls were being sodomized in the School Board offices… merciful heavens! Suddenly, he said, "Perhaps the police should be alerted to this!"

A tiny shudder, almost imperceptible, seemed to run up Lowell's spine. In a split second he regained his composure and had shaken off whatever shock had hit him. "To what, Reverend?" he asked languidly, picking up a pencil, tapping it on the desk.

"Why to pick up the people involved… especially if it in any way involves school children."

"Why should they?"

"Because if School Board offices have been turned into a den of iniquity, a cesspool of vice and sins against nature…"

"Listen, Reverend, I think you're getting a little carried away. Some crank caller is having this much effect on you? Really, Corman I think until you have some facts or proof to back up your story you better forget it. You can't just go around making these allegations which could turn out to be completely groundless."

The two men stared at each other once again, for what seemed an eternity. Corman felt the tension rising, felt the atmosphere thicken with an uncomfortable tightness. Suddenly, he blurted out, "I'm not going to stand idly by and watch this happen. I intend to do something about the immortal souls of these young girls."

"How do you propose to do that?" Lowell queried.

"I'll make it my business to go out to the School Board offices to investigate for myself."