Improve your English 👍 English Story | One-way Ticket | Level 1 | Listen and Practice

Summary

Highlights

• Julie surprises everyone by leaving the train with a stranger at Plymouth. 🚂
• Tom mistakenly carries a bag loaded with $200,000, leading to a travel mishap. 💼
• Mr. Harris witnesses a ghostly scene on a night train, uncovering a tragic story. 👻
• Bill is left behind as Julie seeks adventures beyond their planned holiday. 🌍

Key Takeaways

• Always be open to new experiences, like traveling to new destinations for unique stories. ✈️
• Be cautious of the people you meet while traveling – not everything is as it seems. 🕵️
• Listening to others' tales can sometimes lead you into unexpected adventures. 📚
• Even the ordinary can lead to the extraordinary, as seen with Julie's unexpected journey. 📌

Overview

Chapters

• 00:00 - 28:50: The Girl with Green Eyes A conversation takes place involving a man in a brown hat and a young man, discussing the nature of policemen, both good and bad. The young man agrees with the sentiment and seeks affirmation from a young woman named Julie sitting beside him.
• 28:50 - 45:29: South for the Winter The chapter titled 'South for the Winter' introduces a young married couple, with the wife named Julie, who is disinterested and uncomfortable during their train journey. Julie's husband engages in conversation with a fellow passenger, the man in the brown hat, about their respective wives' travel dislikes. The exchange reveals that Julie dislikes trains as they make her feel ill. In contrast, the man in the brown hat shares that his wife dislikes buses due to nearly having an accident on one a couple of years ago. This dialogue sets the scene and mood for their journey, highlighting the challenges faced by travelers who are uncomfortable with certain modes of transportation.
• 45:30 - 46:00: Mr Harris and the Night Train The chapter titled 'Mr Harris and the Night Train' describes a train journey on a hot day. It introduces several passengers - a man in a brown hat, a young couple named Julie and her husband, and a mother with two children. During the slow train ride, an older man recounts a dull story about his wife and an experience in Manchester.

Improve your English 👍 English Story | One-way Ticket | Level 1 | Listen and Practice Transcription

• 00:00 - 00:30 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.
• 00:30 - 01:00 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
• 01:00 - 01:30 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;
• 01:30 - 02:00 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 and very green eyes - the colour of sea water. They were very beautiful eyes.
• 02:00 - 02:30 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
• 02:30 - 03:00 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
• 03:00 - 03:30 to him. 'I want an orange too, 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
• 03:30 - 04:00 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 want to listen to Bill and the man in the brown hat. 'Talk, talk, talk,' she thought. 'Bill never stops talking.'
• 04:00 - 04:30 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.
• 04:30 - 05:00 '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.
• 05:00 - 05:30 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
• 05:30 - 06:00 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?' she thought. 'I want to go there.
• 06:00 - 06:30 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
• 06:30 - 07:00 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.
• 07:00 - 07:30 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
• 07:30 - 08:00 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.'
• 08:00 - 08:30 '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.
• 08:30 - 09:00 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.
• 09:00 - 09:30 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,
• 09:30 - 10:00 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
• 10:00 - 10:30 very loudly. '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!'
• 10:30 - 11:00 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
• 11:00 - 11:30 cat die?' 'Shhh. Be quiet,' her mother said. 'Come and eat your sandwiches now.' That'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.
• 11:30 - 12:00 '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.
• 12:00 - 12:30 '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. 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.
• 12:30 - 13:00 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.'
• 13:00 - 13:30 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.
• 13:30 - 14:00 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
• 14:00 - 14:30 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 minute or two everybody sat down and the woman gave some apples to the
• 14:30 - 15:00 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.'
• 15:00 - 15:30 '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. 'But... 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.'
• 15:30 - 16:00 '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
• 16:00 - 16:30 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.
• 16:30 - 17:00 '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
• 17:00 - 17:30 with green eyes. She gave me a very bad time. No, you want to forget about Julie.' South for the Winter 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,
• 17:30 - 18:00 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
• 18:00 - 18:30 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
• 18:30 - 19:00 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. The train left Trieste at nine o'clock on a Thursday morning. There weren't many people
• 19:00 - 19:30 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
• 19:30 - 20:00 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
• 20:00 - 20:30 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.'
• 20:30 - 21:00 '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,
• 21:00 - 21:30 Bulgaria, Greece... 'I'm going to Bulgaria now,' I said. For 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.'
• 21:30 - 22:00 '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 Burnham-on-Sea. What are you doing with your life, hey?'
• 22:00 - 22:30 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.
• 22:30 - 23:00 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?'
• 23:00 - 23:30 '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?
• 23:30 - 24:00 I'm not hungry, and I want to sleep for an hour.' 'Er... 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
• 24:00 - 24:30 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
• 24:30 - 25:00 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.
• 25:00 - 25:30 '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.
• 25:30 - 26:00 '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.
• 26:00 - 26:30 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
• 26:30 - 27:00 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
• 27:00 - 27:30 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.
• 27:30 - 28:00 '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.
• 28:00 - 28:30 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
• 28:30 - 29:00 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
• 29:00 - 29:30 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.
• 29:30 - 30:00 '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.
• 30:00 - 30:30 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
• 30:30 - 31:00 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.
• 31:00 - 31:30 Slowly, it began to move. 'Hey! 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.
• 31:30 - 32:00 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
• 32:00 - 32:30 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
• 32:30 - 33:00 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
• 33:00 - 33:30 big and noisy and exciting. When he was a boy often, 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.
• 33:30 - 34:00 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
• 34:00 - 34:30 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
• 34:30 - 35:00 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
• 35:00 - 35:30 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.
• 35:30 - 36:00 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
• 36:00 - 36:30 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
• 36:30 - 37:00 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
• 37:00 - 37:30 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.
• 37:30 - 38:00 '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.'
• 38:00 - 38:30 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
• 38:30 - 39:00 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.
• 39:00 - 39:30 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
• 39:30 - 40:00 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!'
• 40:00 - 40:30 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
• 40:30 - 41:00 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.
• 41:00 - 41:30 '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
• 41:30 - 42:00 half-Italian, half-Finnish. Her brother was a half- brother. 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
• 42:00 - 42:30 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.
• 42:30 - 43:00 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
• 43:00 - 43:30 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.
• 43:30 - 44:00 '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
• 44:00 - 44:30 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
• 44:30 - 45:00 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
• 45:00 - 45:30 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,
• 45:30 - 46:00 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.