Murder is An Art
“Both she and Sally were startled, and Ellen dropped her hand, narrowly avoiding hitting Sally in the face.
Not that she tried too hard to avoid it. Ellen was Sally’s one genuine enemy among the Hughes Community College English faculty. She had applied for the division chairmanship before Sally’s hiring, and she was still thoroughly resentful that an outsider like Sally had been chosen instead of herself.
Nothing that Sally did met with Ellen’s approval, and Ellen often worked in subtle ways to undermine any changes that Sally tried to make. Sally had once overheard Ellen saying, “I’ve outlasted two other department chairs, and I’ll outlast this one.” Sally had been tempted to say, “We’ll see about that, dear,” but she had refrained. She didn’t want to be accused of eavesdropping.
“Oh, you’re still here,” Ellen said, smiling, as if to imply that Sally left the campus early every afternoon. “I was wondering if I could talk to you about a little matter that’s come up.”
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