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 . `` It does n't seem possible that he can have killed anybody . But the paper says there is n't a doubt . '' `` He is probably guilty , '' said the dark man , `` but nothing is known of his provocation . The affair may not have been so cold-blooded as the accounts state . Those newspaper fellows never err on the side of undercolouring . '' `` I really think , '' said Grandma slowly , `` that I would like to see a murderer -- just one .
Whenever I say anything like that , Adelaide -- Adelaide is Samuel 's wife -- looks XXXXX me as if she thought there was something wrong about me .
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