A Certain Dr Thorndyke by R. Austin Freeman

SPEAKING in general terms, Welshmen cannot be fairly described as excessively rare creatures; in fact, there are some parts of the world -- Wales, for instance -- in which they are quite common. But circumstances alter cases. When Jack Osmond, busily engaged in posting up his account-books, lifted his eyes and beheld a specimen of this well-known type of mammal, he was quite startled; not merely because he had never before heard anyone say "Good morning" with an accent on the "ning" -- which the present example did, although it was actually three in the afternoon -- but because no ship had called in the neighbourhood quite lately and he had not known of the presence of any European in the village.

The stranger introduced himself by the name of Jones, which being not entirely without precedent was accepted without difficulty. He had an additional name, but as Osmond failed to assimilate it, and it could be expressed in writing only by an extravagant expenditure of l's and double d's, it is omitted from this merely Saxon chronicle. He shook Osmond's hand exuberantly and smiled until his face -- particularly the left side -- was as full of lines as a ground-plan of Willesden Junction.