But suddenly a new car came up the road, and slowed down a yard or two from me.

A fresh wind had risen, and the occupant wanted to light a cigarette.

It was a touring car, with the tonneau full of an assortment of baggage.

One man sat in it, and by an amazing chance I knew him.

His name was Marmaduke Jopley, and he was an offence to creation.