Sweet old Grandma Sheldon , who would not have harmed a fly and hated to see even a mousetrap set , simply revelled in the newspaper accounts of murders . And the more shocking and cold-blooded they were , the more eagerly did Grandma read of them . This murder story was particularly good from Grandma 's point of view ; it was full of `` thrills . '' A man had been shot down , apparently in cold blood , and his supposed murderer was still at large and had eluded all the efforts of justice to capture him . His name was Mark Hartwell , and he was described as a tall , fair man , with full auburn beard and curly , light hair . `` What a shocking thing ! '' said Grandma aloud . Her companion looked at her with a kindly , amused smile . `` What is it ? '' he asked . `` Why , this murder at Charlotteville , '' answered Grandma , forgetting , in her excitement , that it was not safe to talk to people you meet on the train . `` It just makes my blood run cold to read about it . And to think that the man who did it is still around the country somewhere -- plotting other murders , I have n't a doubt . What is the good of the police ? '' `` They 're dull fellows , '' agreed the dark man . `` But I do n't envy that man his conscience , '' said Grandma solemnly -- and somewhat inconsistently , in view of her statement about the other murders that were being plotted . `` What must a man feel like who has the blood of a fellow creature on his hands ? Depend upon it , his punishment has begun already , caught or not . '' `` That is true , '' said the dark man quietly . `` Such a good-looking man too , '' said Grandma , looking wistfully at the murderer 's picture .
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