Then--you know about the storm, I suppose ?" Mr.Fentolin spread out his hands.
"Could one avoid the knowledge of it ?" he asked.

"Such a sight has never been seen." "We found we couldn't get to Harwich," Gerald went on.

"They telegraphed to London and got permission to bring us to Yarmouth.

We were on our way to Norwich, and the train ran off the line." "An accident ?" Mr.Fentolin exclaimed.
Gerald nodded.
"Our train ran off the line and pitched down an embankment.

Mr.Dunster has concussion of the brain.