"He must be in a precious hurry to get somewhere, though." "A night like this, too!" the inspector remarked, with a shiver.
"I wouldn't leave London myself unless I had to.

They say there's a tremendous storm blowing on the east coast.

Here comes the train, sir--just one saloon and the guard's van." The little train backed slowly along the platform side.

The engine was splashed with mud and soaking wet.

The faces of the engine-driver and his companion shone from the dripping rain.