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Dusk was already falling when a short, rather stout man with keen blue eyes from which a twinkle never seemed far removed, alighted from the London train at Burry Port and made his way to Sergeant Nield, who was standing near the exit, scrutinising the departing travellers.
"My name is French," the stranger announced -- "Inspector French of the C. I. D. I think you are expecting me?"