And perhaps there is , but I do , all the same . When I was a little girl , there was a man in our settlement who was suspected of poisoning his wife . She died very suddenly . I used to look at him with such interest . But it was n't satisfactory , because you could never be sure whether he was really guilty or not . I never could believe that he was , because he was such a nice man in some ways and so good and kind to children . I do n't believe a man who was bad enough to poison his wife could have any good in him . '' `` Perhaps not , '' agreed the dark man . He had absent-mindedly folded up Grandma 's old copy of the Argus and put it in his pocket . Grandma did not like to ask him for it , although she would have liked to see if there were any more murder stories in it . Besides , just at that moment the conductor came around for tickets . Grandma looked in the basket for her handkerchief . It was not there . She looked on the floor and on the seat and under the seat . It was not there . She stood up and shook herself -- still no handkerchief . `` Dear , oh dear , '' exclaimed Grandma wildly , `` I 've lost my ticket -- I always knew I would -- I told Cyrus I would ! Oh , where can it be ? '' The conductor scowled unsympathetically . The dark man got up and helped Grandma search , but no ticket was to be found .
`` You 'll have XXXXX pay the money then , and something extra , '' said the conductor gruffly .
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