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The Girl with Green Eyes

'Of course,' the man in the brown hat said, 'there are good policemen and there are bad policemen, you know.'

'You're right,' the young man said. 'Yes. That's very true. Isn't it, Julie?' He looked at the young woman next to him.

Julie didn't answer and looked bored. She closed her eyes. 'Julie's my wife,' the young man told the man in the brown

hat. 'She doesn't like trains. She always feels ill on trains.' 'Oh yes?' the man in the brown hat said. 'Now my wife

- she doesn't like buses. She nearly had an accident on a bus once. It was last year . .. No, no, it wasn't. It was two

years ago. I remember now. It was in Manchester.' He told a long, boring story about his wife and a bus in Manchester.

It was a hot day and the train was slow. There were

seven people in the carriage. There was the man in the

brown hat; the young man and his wife, Julie; a mother

and two children; and a tall dark man in an expensive suit.

The young man's name was Bill. He had short brown

hair and a happy smile. His wife, Julie, had long red hair

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and very green eyes - the colour of sea water. They were

very beautiful eyes.

The man in the brown hat talked and talked. He had

a big red face and a loud voice. He talked to Bill because

Bill liked to talk too. The man in the brown hat laughed

a lot, and when he laughed, Bill laughed too. Bill liked

talking and laughing with people.

The two children were hot and bored. They didn't want

to sit down. They wanted to be noisy and run up and

down the train.

'Now sit down and be quiet,' their mother said. She was

a small woman with a tired face and a tired voice.

'I don't want to sit down,' the little boy said. 'I'm thirsty.'

'Here. Have an orange,' his mother said. She took an

orange out of her bag and gave it to him.

'I want an orange too,5 the little girl said loudly.

'All right. Here you are,' said her mother. 'Eat it nicely,

now.'

The children ate their oranges and were quiet for a

minute.

Then the little boy said, 'I want a drink. I'm thirsty.'

The tall dark man took out his newspaper and began

to read. Julie opened her eyes and looked at the back page

of his newspaper. She read about the weather in Budapest

and about the football in Liverpool. She wasn't interested

in Budapest and she didn't like football, but she didn't

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want to listen to Bill and the man in the brown hat. 'Talk,

talk, talk,' she thought. 'Bill never stops talking.'

Then suddenly she saw the tall man's eyes over the

top of his newspaper. She could not see his mouth,

but there was a smile in his eyes. Quickly, she looked

down at the newspaper and read about the weather in

Budapest again.

The train stopped at Dawlish station and people got on

and got off. There was a lot of noise.

'Is this our station?' the little girl asked. She went to the

window and looked out.

'No, it isn't. Now sit down,' her mother said.

'We're going to Penzance,' the little girl told Bill. 'For

our holidays.'

'Yes,' her mother said. 'My sister's got a little hotel by

the sea. We're staying there. It's cheap, you see.'

'Yes,' the man in the brown hat said. 'It's a nice town.

I know a man there. He's got a restaurant in King Street.

A lot of holiday people go there. He makes a lot of money

in the summer.' He laughed loudly. 'Yes,' he said again.

'You can have a nice holiday in Penzance.'

'We're going to St Austell,' Bill. said. 'Me and Julie. It's

our first holiday. Julie wanted to go to Spain, but I like

St Austell. I always go there for my holidays. It's nice in

August. You can have a good time there too.'

Julie looked out of the window. 'Where is Budapest?'

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she thought. 'I want to go there. I want to go to Vienna,

to Paris, to Rome, to Athens.' Her green eyes were bored

and angry. Through the window she watched the little

villages and hills of England.

The man in the brown hat looked at Julie. 'You're

right,' he said to Bill. 'You can have a good time on

holiday in England. We always go to Brighton, me and the

wife. But the weather! We went one year, and it rained

every day. Morning, afternoon, and night. It's true. It

never stopped raining.' He laughed loudly. 'We nearly

went home after the first week.'

Bill laughed too. 'What did you do all day, then?' he asked.

Julie read about the weather in Budapest for the third

time. Then she looked at the tall man's hands. They were

long, brown hands, very clean. 'Nice hands,' she thought.

He wore a very expensive Japanese watch. 'Japan,' she

thought. 'I'd like to go to Japan.' She looked up and saw

the man's eyes again over the top of his newspaper. This

time she did not look away. Green eyes looked into dark

brown eyes for a long, slow minute.

After Newton Abbot station the guard came into the

carriage to look at their tickets. 'Now then,' he said,

'where are we all going?'

'This train's late,' the man in the brown hat said.

'Twenty minutes late, by my watch.'

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'Ten minutes,' the guard said. 'That's all.' He smiled at

Julie.

The tall dark man put his newspaper down, found his

ticket, and gave it to the guard. The guard looked at it.

'You're all right, sir,' he said. 'The boat doesn't leave

Plymouth before six o'clock. You've got lots of time.'

The tall man smiled, put his ticket back in his pocket

and opened his newspaper again.

Julie didn't look at him. 'A boat,' she thought. 'He's

taking a boat from Plymouth. Where's he going?' She

looked at him again with her long green eyes.

He read his newspaper and didn't look at her. But his

eyes smiled.

The train stopped at Totnes station and more people

got on and off.

'Everybody's going on holiday,' Bill said. He laughed.

'It's going to be wonderful. No work for two weeks. It's

a nice, quiet town, St Austell. We can stay in bed in the

mornings, and sit and talk in the afternoons, and have a

drink or two in the evenings. Eh, Julie?' He looked at his

wife. 'Are you all right, Julie?'

'Yes, Bill,' she said quietly. 'I'm OK.' She looked out of

the window again. The train went more quickly now, and

it began to rain. Bill and the man in the brown hat talked

and talked. Bill told a long story about two men and a dog,

and the man in the brown hat laughed very loudly.

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'That's a good story,' he said. 'I like that. You tell it

very well. Do you know the story about . . .' And he

told Bill a story about a Frenchman and a bicycle.

'Why do people laugh at these stories?' Julie thought.

'They're so boring!'

But Bill liked it. Then he told a story about an old

woman and a cat, and the man in the brown hat laughed

again. 'That's good, too. I don't know. How do you

remember them all?'

'Because', Julie thought, 'he tells them every day.'

'I don't understand,' the little girl said suddenly. She

looked at Bill. 'Why did the cat die?'

'Shhh. Be quiet,' her mother said. 'Come and eat your

sandwiches now.'

T h a t ' s all right,' Bill said. 'I like children.'

The man in the brown hat looked at the children's

sandwiches. 'Mmm, I'm hungry, too,' he said. 'You can get

sandwiches in the restaurant on this train.' He looked at Bill

'Let's go down to the restaurant, eh? I need a drink too.'

Bill laughed. 'You're right. It's thirsty work, telling stories.'

The two men stood up and left the carriage.

The little girl ate her sandwich and looked at Julie. 'But

why did the cat die?' she asked.

'I don't know,' Julie said. 'Perhaps it wanted to die.'

The little girl came and sat next to Julie. 'I like your hair,'

she said. 'It's beautiful.' Julie looked down at her and smiled.

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For some minutes it was quiet in the carriage. Then the

tall dark man opened his bag and took out a book. He put

it on the seat next to him, and looked at Julie with a smile.

Julie looked back at him, and then down at the book.

Famous towns of Italy, she read. Venice, Florence, Rome,

Naples. She looked away again, out of the window at the

rain. Two weeks in St Austell,' she thought. 'With Bill-

In the rain.'

After half an hour the two men came back to the

carriage. 'There are a lot of people on this train,' Bill said.

'Do you want a sandwich, Julie?'

'No,' she said. 'I'm not hungry. You eat them.'

The train was nearly at Plymouth. Doors opened and

people began to move. 'A lot of people get on here,' the

man in the brown hat said.

The tall dark man stood up and put his book and his

newspaper in his bag. Then he picked up his bag and left

the carriage. The train stopped at the station. A lot of

people got on the train, and two women and an old man

came into the carriage. They had a lot of bags with them.

Bill and the man in the brown hat stood up and helped

them. One of the women had a big bag of apples. The bag

broke and the apples went all over the carriage.

'Oh damn!' she said.

Everybody laughed, and helped her to find the apples.

The train moved away from Plymouth station. After a

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'Nothing,' the man in the brown hat said. He ate his

sandwich slowly. 'Go and have your holiday in St Austell.

You can have a good time there. Forget about Julie. Those

green eyes, now.' He took out a second sandwich and began

to eat it. 'I knew a woman once with green eyes. She gave

me a very bad time. No, you want to forget about Julie.'

'She got off the train at Plymouth. With the tall dark man.'

minute or two everybody sat down and the woman gave

some apples to the children.

'Where's Julie?' Bill said suddenly. 'She's not here.'

'Perhaps she went to the restaurant,' the man in the

brown hat said.

'But she wasn't hungry,' Bill said. 'She told me.'

The little girl looked at Bill. 'She got off the train at

Plymouth,' she said. 'With the tall dark man. I saw them.'

'Of course she didn't!' Bill said. 'She's on this train. She

didn't get off.'

'Yes, she did,' the children's mother said suddenly. 'I

saw her too. The tall man waited for her on the platform.'

'He waited for her?' Bill's mouth was open. ' B u t . . . But

he read his newspaper all the time. He didn't talk to Julie.

And she never talked to him. They didn't say a word.'

'People don't always need words, young man,' the

children's mother said.

'But she's my wife!' Bill's face was red and angry. 'She

can't do that!' he said loudly. He stood up. 'I'm going to

stop the train,' Everybody looked at him and the two

children laughed.

'No,' the man in the brown hat said, 'no, you don't want

to do that. Sit down and eat your sandwiches, my friend.'

'But I don't understand. Why did she go? What am I going

to do?' Bill's face was very unhappy. After a second or two

he sat down again. 'What am I going to do?' he said again.

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The train left Trieste at nine o'clock on a Thursday

morning. There weren't many people on it at first, but at

Zagreb more people got on. Two girls went along the

corridor, past my carriage. They looked through the door,

but they didn't come in. Then an old woman came in, sat

down and went to sleep. The two girls came back along

the corridor and looked into the carriage again. The train

left Zagreb and I looked out of the window for about ten

minutes, then I went to sleep too.

When I opened my eyes again, the two girls were in the

carriage. They looked friendly, so I said, 'Hullo.'

'Hi!' they said.

'You're American,' I said. 'Or Canadian. Right?'

'American,' the taller girl said. She smiled. 'And you're

twenty-three, your name's Tom Walsh, you've got blue

eyes, and your mum lives in Burnham-on-Sea, UK. Right?'

'How did you know all that?' I asked.

The second girl laughed. 'She looked at your passport.

It's in your coat pocket.'

'Oh. Right.' My coat was on the seat next to me. I took

my passport out of my pocket and put it back in my bag.

'Who are you, then?' I asked.

They told me. Melanie and Carol from Los Angeles,

USA. They liked Europe, they said. They knew a lot of

places - Britain, Holland, Denmark, Germany, France,

Spain, Italy, Yugoslavia, Bulgaria, Greece . . .

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I never stay in one country for a long time. It gets boring.

I like to move on, see new places, meet different people.

It's a good life, most of the time. When I need money, I

get a job. I can do most things - hotel and restaurant

work, building work, picking fruit. In Europe you can

pick fruit most of the year. You need to be in the right

country at the right time, of course. It's not easy work, but

the money's not bad.

I like to go south in the winter. Life is easier in the sun,

and northern Europe can get very cold in the winter. Last

year, 1989 it was, I was in Venice for October. I did some

work in a hotel for three weeks, then I began slowly to

move south. I always go by train when I can. I like trains.

You can walk about on a train, and you meet a lot of

people.

I left Venice and went on to Trieste. There I got a cheap

ticket for the slow train to Sofia, in Bulgaria. This train

goes all down through Yugoslavia, and takes a long time

- a day and a half. But that didn't matter to me.

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South for the Winter

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'I'm going to Bulgaria now,' I said. Tor about a month.

Then I'm going south for the winter, Cyprus, or perhaps

North Africa.'

'Oh yes?' they said. 'We love Bulgaria. Sofia's a great

town. Wonderful.'

'What do you do about money?' I asked,

'Well, you know,' Carol smiled. 'Sometimes we get a

little job. This and that. But what about you?'

'Yeah, come on,' Melanie said. 'Tell us about you -

Tom Walsh with the blue eyes and the mum in Burnhamon-

Sea. What are you doing with your life, hey?'

So I told them. They were nice girls. They were older

than me, perhaps twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but I liked

them. We talked and laughed for hours. I told them a lot

of stories about my life. Some of the stories were true,

some weren't. But the girls laughed, and said I was a great

guy. I asked them about Bulgaria, because I didn't know

the country. They knew Sofia well, they said.

'Hey, Carol,' Melanie said. 'We're staying in Bela

Palanka for a day or two. But let's go over to Sofia this

weekend and meet Tom there. We can meet him on

Saturday night at the Hotel Marmara.'

'Yeah! It's a good hotel,' Carol told me. 'Cheap, but

good. What do you think, Tom?'

'Great!' I said. 'Let's do that.'

The train was very slow. We got to Belgrade at six o'clock

in the evening, and a lot of people got off. There were only

me and the girls in the carriage then. The guard came and

looked at our tickets, and went away again.

Carol looked at Melanie. 'Hey, Mel,' she said. 'Why

don't you and Tom go along to the restaurant? I'm not

hungry, and I want to sleep for an hour.'

' E r . . . Food's very expensive on the train,' I said. 'I haven't

got much money just now. I'm going to get a job in Sofia.'

'Oh Tom!' Melanie said. 'Why didn't you tell us? Look,

you're a nice guy, right? We're OK for money this week.

We can buy you a meal.'

'Of course we can,' Carol said. 'And look, in Sofia, we

can take you to the best restaurant in town. It's a great

place. We love it.'

What could I say? I was hungry. They had money, I didn't.

So Melanie and I went to the restaurant and had a meal.

When we came back, Carol was still alone in the carriage.

Melanie put her feet on the seat and went to sleep.

At Nis some more people got on the train, and two old

men came into our carriage. They looked at Melanie's feet

on the seat, and talked in loud voices. Carol laughed, and

Melanie opened her eyes and sat up.

'Are we nearly there?' she asked Carol, and looked out

of the window.

'Yeah. About half an hour, I think.'

'Why are you getting off at Bela Palanka?' I asked.

'What are you going to do there?'

Melanie smiled. 'Find a cheap hotel, meet people, take

a look at the town . . . you know.'

'Just for a day or two,' Carol said.

'But there's nothing there!'

'Oh well, you never know,' Melanie laughed. 'See you

in Sofia, right? On Saturday night.'

'The Hotel Marmara, OK? Eight o'clock,' Carol said.

'Don't forget now!'

'OK. Great,' I said. 'See you there.'

The train came into Bela Palanka and stopped. The two

girls got off and stood on the platform. They smiled at me

through the window. 'Saturday. Eight o'clock,' Melanie

shouted.

'OK,' I called. They couldn't hear me because of the

noise in the station. They smiled again, picked up their

bags and walked away. Nice girls. I'm going to have a

great time in Sofia, I thought.

The train left Yugoslavia and crossed into Bulgaria at two

o'clock in the morning. Then the train stopped at some

village - I don't remember the name. I ate an apple and

looked out of the window.

Suddenly there were a lot of policemen on the train.

Everybody in the carriage sat up and began to talk.

'What's happening?' I said in Italian to the old man next

to me,

'I don't know,' he said in bad Italian. 'Perhaps they're

looking for somebody. Look. The police are taking some

people off the train.'

Then two policemen came into our carriage, a tall thin

one and a short fat one. They looked at everybody

carefully . . . and then they looked at me again.

'Come with us, please,' the fat policeman said in English.

'What? Me?' I said. 'Why? What's the matter?'

'And bring your bag with you,' the tall policeman said.

I began to ask a question, but policemen never like

questions from young men with long hair. So I stayed

quiet, picked up my bag, and went with them.

In the station building there were a lot more policemen,

and some people from the train. They were all young

people, I saw. Some were afraid, some were bored. The

police looked in everybody's bags, and then the people

went back to the train.

My two policemen took me to a table. 'Your passport,

please,' the fat policeman said, 'and open your bag.'

They looked at my passport and I opened my bag. There

was a young policewoman with red hair at the next table.

She had a nice face, so I smiled at her and she smiled back.

'Aaah!' the tall policeman said suddenly. All my dirty

shirts and clothes were out on the table. The policeman

picked up my bag and turned it over. On to the table, out

of my bag, fell packet after packet of US American dollars.

Nice, new dollars. Fifty-dollar notes in big packets. A lot

of money.

My mouth opened, and stayed open. I couldn't find my

voice. I was suddenly a very interesting person, and a lot

of police ran up to our table and stood behind me.

'50,000 . . . 100,000 . . . 150,000 . . . There's 200,000

dollars here,' the tall policeman said. 'What an interesting

bag, Mr Tom Walsh!'

I found my voice again quickly. 'But it's not my bag!'

I shouted.

There was a big, happy smile on that policeman's face.

'Well,' he said, 'it's got your name on it. Look!'

So I looked, and of course there was my name, and yes

of course, it was my bag. So how did 200,000 US dollars

get into my bag?

'You cannot bring US dollars into this country,' the fat

policeman said. He had very short grey hair and little

black eyes. He didn't smile once.

'But I didn't bring them,' I said quickly. 'They're not

my dollars. I never saw them before in my life, and —'

There was a lot of noise in the station. I looked out of

the window and saw my train. Slowly, it began to move.

'Hey!5 I shouted. 'That's my train — '

The tall policeman laughed. It was a great day for him.

'Oh no,' he said. 'You're not getting back on that train.

You're staying here with us, in our beautiful country.' He

smiled, happily.

So I never got to Sofia on Saturday. I was very unhappy

about that. I wanted to have a little talk with Melanie and

Carol, ask them one or two questions, you know. You're

a nice guy, Tom. See you in Sofia, OK? Take you to the best

restaurant in town. Yeah. Great.

And I never got down to Cyprus or North Africa that

winter. Oh well, I live and learn. It's not an easy life, in

prison. But it's warm in winter, and the food's not bad.

And I'm meeting some interesting people. There's a man

from Georgia, USSR - Boris, his name is. He comes from

a place by the Black Sea. He's a great guy. When we get

out of here, he and I are going down to Australia . . .

Brisbane perhaps, or Sydney. Get a job on a ship, start a

new life. Yeah, next year's going to be OK.

Mr Harris and the Night Train

Mr Harris liked trains. He was afraid of aeroplanes, and

didn't like buses. But trains - they were big and noisy and

exciting. When he was a boy of ten, he liked trains. Now

he was a man of fifty, and he still liked trains.

So he was a happy man on the night of the 14th of

September. He was on the night train from Helsinki to

Oulu in Finland, and he had ten hours in front of him.

'I've got a book and my newspaper,' he thought. 'And

there's a good restaurant on the train. And then I've got

two weeks' holiday with my Finnish friends in Oulu.'

There weren't many people on the train, and nobody came

into Mr Harris's carriage. He was happy about that. Most

people on the train slept through the night, but Mr Harris

liked to look out of the window, and to read and think.

After dinner in the restaurant Mr Harris came back to

his carriage, and sat in his seat next to the window. For

an hour or two he watched the trees and lakes of Finland

out of the window. Then it began to get dark, so he

opened his book and began to read.

At midnight the train stopped at the small station of

Otava. Mr Harris looked out of the window, but he saw

nobody. The train moved away from the station, into the

black night again. Then the door of Mr Harris's carriage

opened, and two people came in. A young man and a

young woman.

The young woman was angry. She closed the door and

shouted at the man: 'Carl! You can't do this to me!' The

young man laughed loudly and sat down.

Mr Harris was a small, quiet man. He wore quiet

clothes, and he had a quiet voice. He did not like noisy

people and loud voices. So he was not pleased. 'Young

people are always noisy,' he thought. 'Why can't they talk

quietly?'

He put his book down and closed his eyes. But he could

not sleep because the two young people didn't stop talking.

The young woman sat down and said in a quieter voice:

'Carl, you're my brother and I love you, but please listen

to me. You can't take my diamond necklace. Give it back

to me now. Please!'

Carl smiled. 'No, Elena,' he said. 'I'm going back to

Russia soon, and I'm taking your diamonds with me.' He

took off his hat and put it on the seat. 'Elena, listen. You

have a rich husband, but I - I have no money. I have

nothing! How can I live without money? You can't give

me money, so I need your diamonds, little sister.'

Mr Harris looked at the young woman. She was small,

with black hair and dark eyes. Her face was white and

afraid. Mr Harris began to feel sorry for Elena. She and

her brother didn't look at him once. 'Can't they see me?'

he thought.

'Carl,' Elena said. Her voice was very quiet now, and

Mr Harris listened carefully. 'You came to dinner at our

house tonight, and you went to my room and took my

diamond necklace. How could you do that to me? My

husband gave the diamonds to me. They were his

mother's diamonds before that. He's going to be very,

very angry - and I'm afraid of him.'

Her brother laughed. He put his hand in his pocket,

then took it out again and opened it slowly. The diamond

necklace in his hand was very beautiful. Mr Harris stared

at it. For a minute or two nobody moved and it was quiet

in the carriage. There was only the noise of the train, and

it went quickly on through the dark cold night.

Mr Harris opened his book again, but he didn't read it. He

watched Carl's face, with its hungry eyes and its cold smile.

'What beautiful, beautiful diamonds!' Carl said. 'I can

get a lot of money for these.'

'Give them back to me, Carl,' Elena whispered, 'My

husband's going to kill me. You're my brother . . . Please

help me. Please!'

Carl laughed again, and Mr Harris wanted to hit him.

'Go home, little sister,' Carl said. 'I'm not going to give

the diamonds back to you. Go home to your angry

husband.'

Suddenly there was a knife in the young woman's hand.

A long, bright knife. Mr Harris watched with his mouth

open. He couldn't speak or move.

'Give the diamonds back to me!' Elena cried. 'Or I'm

going to kill you!' Her hand on the knife was white.

Carl laughed and laughed. 'What a sister!' he said.

'What a kind, sweet sister! No, they're my diamonds now.

Put your knife away, little sister.'

But the knife in the white hand moved quickly: up, then

down. There was a long, terrible cry, and Carl's body fell

slowly on to the seat. The colour of the seat began to

change to red, and the diamond necklace fell from Carl's

hand on to the floor.

Elena's face was white. 'Oh no!' she whispered. 'Carl!

Come back . . . come back! I didn't want to kill you!' But

Carl didn't answer, and the red blood ran slowly over the

floor. Elena put her head in her hands, and again in the

carriage there was a long, terrible cry.

Mr Harris's face was white too. He opened his mouth,

but he couldn't speak. He stood up, and carefully moved

to the door. The young woman was quiet now. She didn't

move or look up at Mr Harris.

In the corridor, Mr Harris ran. The guard was at the

hack of the train and Mr Harris got there in half a minute.

'Quickly!' Mr Harris said. 'Come quickly! An accident

. . . a young woman . . . oh dear! Her brother is . . . is dead!'

The guard ran with Mr Harris back to the carriage. Mr

Harris opened the door and they went inside.

There was no dead body of a young man. There was

no young woman . . . no blood, no knife, no diamond

necklace. Only Mr Harris's bags and his hat and coat.

The guard looked at Mr Harris, and Mr Harris looked

at him.

'But . . .' Mr Harris began. 'But they were here! I saw

them! She . . . the young woman . . . She had a knife and

she . . . she killed her brother.'

'A knife, you say?' the guard asked.

'Yes,' Mr Harris said quickly. 'A long knife, and her

brother took her diamonds, so she — '

'Ah! Diamonds!* the guard said. 'Was the young

woman's name Elena?' he asked.

'Yes, it was!' Mr Harris said. 'How do you know that?

Do you . . . Do you know her?'

'Yes - and no,' the guard said slowly. He thought for

a minute, then looked at Mr Harris. 'Elena di Saronelli,'

he said. 'She had dark eyes and black hair. Very beautiful.

She was half-Italian, half-Finnish. Her brother was a halfbrother.

They had the same father, but his mother was

Russian, I think.'

'Was? Had?' Mr Harris stared at the guard. 'But

she . . . Elena . . . she's alive! And where is she?'

'Oh no,' said the guard. 'Elena di Saronelli died about

eighty years ago. After she killed her brother with a knife,

she jumped off the train, and died at once. It was near

here, I think.' He looked out of the window, into the night.

Mr Harris's face was very white again. 'Eighty years

ago!' he whispered. 'What are you saying? Were she and

her brother . . . But I saw them!'

'Yes, that's right,' the guard said. 'You saw them, but

they're not alive. They're ghosts. They often come on the

night train at this time in September. I never see them, but

somebody saw them last year. A man and his wife. They

were very unhappy about it. But what can I do? I can't stop

Elena and Carl coming on the train.'

The guard looked at Mr Harris's white face. 'You need

a drink,' he said. 'Come and have a vodka with me.'

Mr Harris didn't usually drink vodka, but he felt afraid.

When he closed his eyes, he could see again Elena's long

knife and could hear her terrible cry. So he went with the

guard to the back of the train.

After the vodka, Mr Harris felt better. He didn't want to

sleep, and the guard was happy to talk. So Mr Harris

stayed with the guard and didn't go back to his carriage.

'Yes,' the guard said, 'it's a famous story. I don't

remember it all. It happened a long time ago, of course.

Elena's father was a famous man here in Finland. He was

very rich once, but he had three or four wives and about

eight children. And he liked the good things of life. So

there wasn't much money for the children. Carl, the oldest

son, was a bad man, people say. He wanted an easy life,

and money in his hand all the time.'

The train hurried on to Oulu through the black night,

and the guard drank some more vodka. 'Now, Elena,' he

said. 'She didn't have an easy life with those three difficult

men - her father, her brother, her husband. One year she

visited her mother's family in Italy, and there she met her

husband, di Saronelli. He was rich, but he wasn't a kind

man. They came back to Finland, and Carl often visited

their house. He wanted money from his sister's rich

husband. Elena loved her brother, and gave him some

money. But di Saronelli didn't like Carl and was angry

with Elena. He stopped giving her money, and after

that . . . well, you know the story now.'

'Yes,' Mr Harris said. 'Poor, unhappy Elena.'

Mr Harris stayed with his friends in Oulu for two weeks.

They were quiet weeks, and Mr Harris had a good

holiday. But he took the bus back to Helsinki. The bus

was slow, and there were a lot of people on it, but Mr

Harris was very happy. He didn't want to take the night

train across Finland again.

GLOSSARY

blood the red liquid in a person's body

boat a small ship

bored not interested

boring not interesting

bright not dark; giving a lot of light

bus a very big car for many people to travel in

buy to get something with money

carriage a 'room' on a train

clean (adj) not dirty

clothes things you wear, e.g. dresses, shirts, trousers

corridor the long narrow place on a train with doors to the

carnages

damn a word to show that you are angry

diamond a beautiful, very expensive, bright stone; women

wear diamonds in rings, necklaces, etc

fall (past tense fell) to move suddenly from a high place to a

low place

floor the 'ground' in a room; you walk on a floor

fruit apples, oranges, bananas, etc.

ghost a dead person that living people think they can see

great very good; wonderful

guard a man who works on a train

guy a man

Hi hello

holiday days or weeks when people do not go to work

hurry (v) to move or do something very quickly

job work that you do for money

jump (v) to move quickly with both feet off the ground

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Glossary

kind (adj) friendly; good to other people

lake a big area of water, with land all round it

life the time when you are alive, not dead

loud not quiet; with a lot of noise

meal food that you eat at a certain time (e.g. breakfast, dinner)

necklace something beautiful that women wear round their

necks

newspaper you read a newspaper to know what is happening in

the world

page one piece of paper in a book or newspaper

pick up to take something in the hand

platform trains stop next to a platform in a station, and people

get off the train onto the platform

police people who look for bad people and send them to prison

poor when you say 'poor', you are feeling sorry for somebody

prison a big building for bad people; they live there and cannot

leave

restaurant a place where you can buy a meal and eat it

seat a 'chair' on a train

shout (v) to speak or cry very loudly and strongly

sir when you don't know a man's name, you can call him 'sir'

stare (v) to look at someone or something for a long time

station trains stop at stations for people to get on or off

sweet (of people) very nice

terrible something terrible makes you very afraid or unhappy

unhappy not happy

vodka a very strong cold drink

voice you talk with your voice

whisper (v) to speak very, very quietly

yeah yes

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One-Way Ticket

SHORT STORIES

ACTIVITIES

ACTIVITIES

Before Reading

1 What is a one-way ticket? Do you know, or can you guess?

1 It's for a journey from A to B and B to A.

2 It's for a journey from A to B.

3 It's for a journey from A to B, B to C, and C to A.

2 Read the introduction on the first page of the book, and the

back cover. What do you know or what can you guess

about these stories? Tick one box for each sentence.

The Girl with Green Eyes YES NO

1 The beautiful young wife is the girl with

green eyes.

2 She is going on holiday in Finland.

3 She loses something important on the train.

4 She gets angry with her new husband.

5 Her husband has an accident on the train.

South for the Winter

6 Tom Walsh is looking for work.

7 He is in a hurry.

8 He makes some new friends on the train.

9 Something bad happens to him.

10 He learns something about life.

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ACTIVITIES: Before Reading

Mr Harris and the Night Train

11 Mr Harris is a middle-aged man.

12 He is going to visit his mother.

13 He wants to meet people and talk to them

on his journey.

14 He sleeps all through the night.

15 He sees something terrible on the train.

3 What is going to happen in these stories? Can you guess?

Tick one box for each sentence.

Story 1: The Girl with Green Eyes

Story 2: South for the Winter

Story 3: Mr Harris and the Night Train

1 Someone dies.

2 Someone falls in love.

3 Someone goes to prison.

4 Someone gets a lot of money.

5 Someone loses something.

6 Someone jumps off the train.

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YES NO

1 2 3

YES NO

ACTIVITIES

While Reading

Read The Girl with Green Eyes. Who did what in this story?

How many true sentences can you make?

The man in the brown hat

Julie

Bill

The mother

The little girl

The little boy

The tall dark man

read a newspaper.

talked a lot.

smiled but never spoke.

got off the train at Plymouth.

went to the restaurant.

saw Julie on the platform.

was bored.

Here are some untrue sentences about the story. Change

them into true sentences.

1 The man in the brown hat was an interesting man.

2 The tall dark man read the back page of Julie's

newspaper.

3 Nobody got on the train at Plymouth.

4 Julie said goodbye to Bill when she got off the train.

5 Bill was very happy when Julie left.

6 The man in the brown hat wanted Bill to remember

Julie.

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ACTIVITIES: While Reading

Read South for the Winter. Then put these sentences into

the right order, to make a short paragraph.

1 They took all his clothes out of the bag,

2 and so he went to prison.

3 Tom didn't know anything about this money,

4 two policemen came into Tom's carriage.

5 but the dollars were in his bag,

6 A lot of US dollars fell out on to the table.

7 They told Tom to go with them into the station

building,

8 and then picked it up and turned it over.

9 When the train stopped at a village,

10 and to bring his bag with him.

Read Mr Harris and the Night Train. Choose the best

question-word for these questions, and then answer them.

Who / What / Why

1 . . . did Mr Harris do after dinner?

2 . . . came into Mr Harris's carriage after Otava?

3 . . . did Carl want Elena's diamond necklace?

4 . . . gave the diamonds to Elena?

5 . . . did Carl do when Elena took out a knife?

6 . . . was in the carriage when Mr Harris came back?

7 . . . never saw the ghosts of Carl and Elena?

8 . . . did Mr Harris take the bus back to Helsinki?

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ACTIVITIES

After Reading

1 Complete this crossword with words from the stories.

ACROSS

2 Elena di Saronelli was one of these. (5)

4 Bill's stories were not interesting; they were . (6)

8 When you wait for a train, you stand on this. (8)

9 A 'room' on a train. (8)

10 You sit on this on a train. (4)

11 Tom went to this place for the winter. (6)

12 Julie was with Bill. (5)

DOWN

1 You walk along this on a train. (8)

3 A train stops at this. (7)

5 This man works on a train. (5)

6 Elena killed Carl with this. (5)

7 Julie and the tall dark man talked with these. (4)

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ACTIVITIES: After Reading

2 In The Girl with Green Eyes, Julie and the tall dark man did

not talk, but here is a 'conversation' between their eyes, in

the wrong order. Write it out in the correct order and put

in the speakers' names. The tall dark man speaks first

(number 7).

1 'Of course you can. Bill is more interested in his

stories than in his beautiful wife. And you are

beautiful, Julie. You have the most wonderful eyes.'

2 'I can't do that! What about Bill?'

3 'No buts. Come with me to Italy. You can be

happy with me. Don't you want to be happy?'

4 'How wonderful! I'd love to go to Italy. But I'm

going to St Austell.'

5 'Say nothing. That's the best way. Just get off the

train at Plymouth after me.'

6 'Yes, that's true. I am bored. But he's my

husband, and I can't just leave him . . . can I?'

7 _ _ _ 'Do you see my book about Italy? I'm going to

visit these four famous cities.'

8 'All right. Wait for me on the platform!'

9 'Well, what about him? You don't like him.

You're bored with him.'

10 'OK, I have wonderful eyes, but. . .'

11 _ _ _ 'St Austell's a boring town. Come with me to

Italy.'

12 . 'Yes. Yes, 1 do. But what do I say to Bill?'

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ACTIVITIES: After Reading

3 Tom (in South for the Winter) writes a letter home to his

mother, but he gets a lot of things wrong. Find his mistakes

and correct them. And he forgets to say one important

thing. What is it?

Dear Mum

I left Italy last autumn and came north by bus. I'm staying

here in Cyprus for the summer. I've got a job in a hotel,

and I've got lots of money. So life is easy. Next year, I'm

going to America with an old friend - his name's Ivan.

We're going to start a new life in Los Angeles. Hope you're

well. Give my love to Burnham-on-Sea!

Love from Tom

4 When Mr Harris arrived in Oulu, his friend met him at the

station. Complete their conversation with these words. (Use

one word for each gap.)

blood, bus, but, diamond, happened, journey, killed,

knows, man, nothing, right, sister's, sleep, terrible, there,

train, true, why

FRIEND: Mr Harris, how nice to see you! Did you have a

good ?

MR HARRIS: Well, not very good. I didn't all night.

FRIEND: Oh, that's bad. But couldn't you sleep?

MR HARRIS: Because were two ghosts in my

carriage.

FRIEND: Ghosts? How exciting! What ?

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ACTIVITIES: After Reading

MR HARRIS: It was a young and his sister. He had a

necklace, but it was his necklace and she

wanted it back. And in the end she her brother

with a knife. It was ! There was everywhere

- I saw it! 1 ran to get the guard, when we came

back, there was _ _ _ there.

FRIEND: Ah, wait a minute. It was Elena di Saronelli and

her brother Carl, yes?

MR HARRIS: That's , but how did you know?

FRIEND: Oh, everyone in Finland that story.

MR HARRIS: But is it ?

FRIEND: Of course it is. You saw their ghosts, didn't you?

Well, well, how exciting! And when you take the

back to Helsinki . . .

MR HARRIS: Oh no, I'm going back to Helsinki by .

No more ghosts for me, thank you!

5 What do you think about ghosts? Do you agree (A) or

disagree (D) with these sentences?

1 There are ghosts.

2 There aren't ghosts.

3 Some people can see ghosts, but other people can't see

them.

4 Perhaps there are ghosts, and perhaps there aren't; we

just don't know.

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ACTIVITIES: After Reading

6 Here is a new illustration for one of the stories. Find the best

place for it, and answer these questions.

The picture goes on page , in the story .

1 Who is the girl in the picture?

2 What is she doing, and why is she doing it?

3 Where are the other two people in this story?

Now write a caption for the illustration.

Caption:

7 What did you think about the people in these stories? Were

the men nicer people than the women? Did you feel sorry for

anybody? Choose some names, and complete some of these

sentences.

Julie / Bill / the tall dark man / the man in the brown hat

Tom / Melanie / Carol

Mr Harris / Elena / Carl

1 I feel sorry for because .

2 I think was a nice person but _.

3 was right to .

4 was wrong to .

5 I think did a very bad thing.

6 did the worst thing.

8 Here are some new titles for the three stories. Which titles

go with which stories? Some are better titles than others.

Can you say why?

Saturday Night in Sofia Love Before Plymouth

A Man Called Bill Happy Days in Finland

Murder in the Night Green Eyes, Brown Eyes

A Loving Sister Don't Talk to Strangers

A Holiday in St Austell The Ghost Train

The American Girls An Easy Winter

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jennifer Bassett has worked in English Language Teaching

since 1972. She has been a teacher, teacher trainer, editor, and

materials writer, and has taught in England, Greece, Spain,

and Portugal. She is the current Series Editor of the Oxford

Bookworms Library, and has written several other stories for

the series, including The Phantom of the Opera and The

President's Murderer (both at Stage 1). She lives and works in

Devonshire, in the south-west of England.

The stories in One-Way Ticket were inspired by her many

train journeys across Europe. She loves the 'closed world' of

the train, and over the years has had many interesting, and

sometimes surprising, conversations with other travellers.

'People tell you their life stories on trains,' she says, 'because

they know they will never see you again.'

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Stage 1 (400 headwords) Stage 4 (1400 headwords)

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More than fifty titles are also available on cassette, and there are many

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LIBRARY can be found in the Oxford English catalogues. A selection of titles

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BOOKWORMS • HUMAN INTEREST • STACK 1

Remember Miranda

ROWENA AKINYEMI

Cathy Wilson is driving to Norfolk, to begin her new job with the

Harvey family. She is going to look after the two young children,

Tim and Susan. Cathy meets the children's father, and their

grandmother, and their aunt. She meets Nick, the farmer who

lives across the fields. But she doesn't meet Miranda, the

children's mother, because Miranda is dead.

She died two years ago, and Cathy cannot learn anything about

her. Everybody remembers Miranda, but nobody wants to talk

about her . . .

BOOKWORMS • HUMAN INTEREST • STAGE 1

The Lottery Winner

ROSEMARY BORDER

Everybody wants to win the lottery. A million pounds, perhaps

five million, even ten million. How wonderful! Emma Carter buys

a ticket for the lottery every week, and puts the ticket carefully in

her bag. She is seventy-three years old and does not have much

money. She would like to visit her son in Australia, but aeroplane

tickets are very expensive.

Jason Williams buys lottery tickets every week too. But he is

not a very nice young man. He steals things. He hits old ladies in

the street, snatches their bags and runs away . . .

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BOOKWORMS • HUMAN INTEREST • STAGE 1

Christmas in Prague

JOYCE HANNAM

In a house in Oxford three people are having breakfast - Carol,

her husband Jan, and his father Josef. They are talking about

Prague, because Carol wants them all to go there for Christmas.

Josef was born in Prague, but he left his home city when he was

a young man. He is an old man now, and he would like to see

Prague again before he dies. But he is afraid. He still remembers

another Christmas in Prague, many long years ago - a Christinas

that changed his life for ever . . .

BOOKWORMS • TRUE STORIES • STAGE 1

The Witches of Pendle

ROWENA AKINYEMI

Witches are dangerous. They can kill you with a look, or a word.

They can send their friend the Devil after you in the shape of a dog

or a cat. They can make a clay picture of you, then break it , . .

and a few weeks later you are dead.

Today, of course, most people don't believe in witches. But in

1612 everybody was afraid of them. Young Jennet Device in

Lancashire knew a lot about them because she lived with the

Witches of Pendle. They were her family . . .

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BOOKWORMS • FANTASY & HORROR • STAGE 1

The Phantom of the Opera

JENNIFER BASSETT

It is 1880, in the Opera House in Paris. Everybody is talking about

the Phantom of the Opera, the ghost that lives somewhere under

the Opera House. The Phantom is a man in black clothes. He is a

body without a head, he is a head without a body. He has a yellow

face, he has no nose, he has black holes for eyes. Everybody is

afraid of the Phantom - the singers, the dancers, the directors, the

stage workers . . .

But who has actually seen him?

BOOKWORMS • HUMAN INTEREST • STAGE 2

New Yorkers

O. HENRY

Retold by Diane Mowat

A housewife, a tramp, a lawyer, a waitress, an actress - ordinary

people living ordinary lives in New York at the beginning of this

century. The city has changed greatly since that time, but its

people are much the same. Some are rich, some are poor, some are

happy, some are sad, some have found love, some are looking for

love.

O. Henry's famous short stones - sensitive, funny, sympathetic

— give us vivid pictures of the everyday lives of these New

Yorkers.

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