Baxter's Lecture Hall

I head to Professor Liz Baxter's lecture hall, hoping to catch her before her lecture. My heart pounds with nervous energy as I make my way to the building. Hopefully she won't hate me on sight. I spot the door to the hall where her classes are held, and I enter, taking in the sight of rows upon rows of chairs, all facing a stage at the far end.

I scan the area, searching for any sign of the professor. My gaze drifts over a few students and assistants, all busy with their preparations. As I walk up the aisle, I catch the occasional curious glance from those around me, but I pay them no mind. I'm here for a purpose, and nothing is going to deter me from it.

Finally, I spot Professor Baxter, huddled in a conversation with another faculty member. My heart races with excitement as I approach them, eager to begin my interrogation. "Professor Baxter?" I call out, catching her attention. She turns, her eyes narrowing slightly. I offer a quick explanation, inquiring about the restoration of Benicka House.

She listens intently, her expression serious, as I detail the information I've already uncovered. "Benicka House?" Professor Baxter echoes with a smile, clearly eager to expound on the topic. "It was quite an undertaking, to be honest. The legal filings, the construction and logistics, and of course, the fundraising efforts. It's been a whirlwind for the past few years."

"We've managed to restore the house to its former glory, with a few modern touches here and there," she explains. "It's now a museum for Williams Women's College and a recognized historic site. It serves as a living, breathing monument to the college's rich past. The project was a labor of love for everyone involved, and it's been wonderful to watch it come to fruition."

"I know some of the students and faculty were hesitant at first, given the history of the house, but it's become a cherished part of the campus." Professor Baxter seems to genuinely enjoy recounting the tale of Benicka House's restoration. Her enthusiasm for the project is genuine, and I can't help but admire her dedication to such a cause.

"It's been a long and arduous process, but seeing the final result is more than worth it," she continues. I'm reminded that not all actions have sinister motives. Sometimes, people can come together for the love of something, working tirelessly to bring new life to something that was once lost.

"Any strange occurrences during the restoration process?" I inquire, hoping to glean any tidbits of information that might further my investigation. Professor Baxter ponders for a moment before recalling a peculiar event. As she speaks, I sense that Professor Baxter is being open and honest with me.

"There were two workers," she begins, shaking her head in disapproval, "who walked off the job during the excavation of the basement. I wrote a rather angry letter to the construction company owner," she continues, "demanding that they replace the workers with more reliable labor. It was a setback in the project, and we couldn't afford such distractions."

I thank Professor Baxter for her time and her valuable insights, and she bids me goodbye, her mind already shifting towards her lecture. As I depart, I can't help but ponder that this new information might hold a key to understanding the recent suicides. Perhaps the history of Benicka House isn't as distant from the present as I initially believed.