The swami aroused himself. “I think Kedar Nath Babu is nearing the door.” I heard somebody coming up the stairs. An amazed incomprehension arose suddenly; my thoughts raced in confusion: “How is it possible that Father’s friend has been summoned to this place without the help of a messenger? The swami has spoken to no one but myself since my arrival!” Abruptly I quitted the room and descended the steps. Halfway down I met a thin, fair-skinned man of medium height. He appeared to be in a hurry. “Are you Kedar Nath Babu?” Excitement colored my voice. “Yes. Are you not Bhagabati’s son who has been waiting here to meet me?” He smiled in friendly fashion. “Sir, how do you happen to come here?” I felt baffled resentment over his inexplicable presence. “Everything is mysterious today! Less than an hour ago I had just finished my bath in the Ganges when Swami Pranabananda approached me. I have no idea how he knew I was there at that time. “‘Bhagabati’s son is waiting for you in my apartment,’ he said. ‘Will you come with me?’ I gladly agreed. As we proceeded hand in hand, the swami in his wooden sandals was strangely able to outpace me, though I wore these stout walking shoes. “‘How long will it take you to reach my place?’ Pranabanandaji suddenly halted to ask me this question. “‘About half an hour.’ “‘I have something else to do at present.’ He gave me an enigmatical glance. ‘I must leave you behind. You can join me in my house, where Bhagabati’s son and I will be awaiting you.’ “Before I could remonstrate, he dashed swiftly past me and disappeared in the crowd. I walked here as fast as possible.” This explanation only increased my bewilderment. I inquired how long he had known the swami. “We met a few times last year, but not recently. I was very glad to see him again today at the bathing GHAT.” “I cannot believe my ears! Am I losing my mind? Did you meet him in a vision, or did you actually see him, touch his hand, and hear the sound of his feet?” “I don’t know what you’re driving at!” He flushed angrily. “I am not lying to you. Can’t you understand that only through the swami could I have known you were waiting at this place for me?” “Why, that man, Swami Pranabananda, has not left my sight a moment since I first came about an hour ago.” I blurted out the whole story. His eyes opened widely. “Are we living in this material age, or are we dreaming? I never expected to witness such a miracle in my life! I thought this swami was just an ordinary man, and now I find he can materialize an extra body and work through it!” Together we entered the saint’s room. “Look, those are the very sandals he was wearing at the GHAT,” Kedar Nath Babu whispered. “He was clad only in a loincloth, just as I see him now.” As the visitor bowed before him, the saint turned to me with a quizzical smile.