
Professor Roger Harrold
Professor Harrold invites Marcus to take a chair, before taking his own seat. He absentmindedly picks up his unlit pipe and rolls it around in his hands. The faint smell of cherry flavoured tobacco hangs in the air.
He listens carefully to Marcus's request without interruption. At the mention of Daphne, his demeanor shifts. He seems to deflate. His expression takes on a haunted sorrow.
As Marcus presses - suggesting a recommendation to cancel the trip - Harrold's expression hardens.
"Are you implying this was ... my fault?"
Marcus continues pushing. The Professor's brow knits. He leans forward across his desk.
"Excuse me young man!" He barks, cutting Marcus off.
"I don't know who you've been talking to, or where you came up with these accusations, but that research project had nothing - I repeat, nothing - to do with the death of poor Mr. Patterson, or the disappearance of Ms. Devine and Mr. Jeffrey."
He jabs the pipe at Marcus, his voice rising slightly.
"I do not approve of your tone, Mr. Davenport. Mr. Patterson's death was ruled and accident. And I haven't the faintest idea where ..." He falters. A look of pain crosses his face.
When he speaks again, his voice is thick, choked.
"... I haven't the faintest idea where Ms. Devine and Mr. Jeffrey are. Believe me ... I wish I knew."
Professor Harrold steps around the desk and perches on its edge, briefly touching Marcus's arm in comfort.
"I am deeply sorry about your friend. Truly."
He sighs heavily.
"The police searched the area extensively. Please don't go up there yourself. I could not bear the thought of another missing student."
"Go back to your studies. I will make some inquiries to the Sheriff in Cobb's Corners and see if he has any more information. If I learn anything of substance, I will seek you out."
He stands and returns to his seat, gathering his papers.
"That is all Mr. Davenport." He says, the dismissal hangs heavy in the air.