An English kitbag, battered and scarred, swung heavily from his hand.

He immediately strode for the station wall and stood with his back to it.

He was almost invisible.

He remained motionless until the other detrained passengers swam past, until the red tail lights of the last coach vanished into the deeps; then he rushed for the exit to the street.
Away toward the far end of the platform there appeared a shadowy patch in the fog.

It grew and presently took upon itself the shape of a man.
For one so short and squat and thick his legs possessed remarkable agility, for he reached the street just as the other man stopped at the side of a taxicab.
The fool! As if such a movement had not been anticipated.