The Bittermeads Mystery (Serapis Classics)

That evening the down train from London deposited at the little country station of Ramsdon but a single passenger a man of middle height shabbily dressed with broad shoulders and long arms and a most unusual breadth and depth of chest. Of his face one could see little for it was covered by a thick growth of dark curly hair beard moustache and whiskers all overgrown and ill-tended and as he came with a somewhat slow and ungainly walk along the platform the lad stationed at the gate to collect tickets grinned amusedly and called to one of the porters near.