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Show page 65 Hardcastle was by all appearances a respectable woman, he pointed out. "And the husband?" Viola asked. She looked at Elizabeth across the room. "He just hangs around the house all day. Now that Elizabeth has the cast off her foot, he'll be suggesting she go for a walk or something." John Henson thought there was little to be done except trust Elizabeth to be on her guard, and credit her with sense enough to know right from wrong, Elizabeth, polishing her nails, looked over at her parents and said, "I hope you don't ask them to move. They're all right." "If only the woman could cure her husband of slothfulness," Viola said, to John and Elizabeth. "I'll be nicer to her," Elizabeth said. "Maybe I can help a month or so in the tearoom, before school begins." Bessie became friendlier after Elizabeth made opening gestures. One evening the two of them attended a movie and rode home in a cab. She offered Elizabeth a part-time job in the tearoom as cashier. Mrs. Henson agreed to Elizabeth's working awhile, but at the last moment demurred. She didn't like being left alone in the house with Mr. Hardcastle. To Bessie she simply said that Elizabeth would be on her feet too long at this stage of her recuperation. Bessie seemed more disappointed than Elizabeth. It was shortly after this that Elizabeth was murdered. EllzafccLli had *»«Mftiar^out on Saturday evening to take her |
