At two o'clock occurred the event of which he had been forewarned. A carriage drove up to the hotel and from it stepped two travelers; one of them a stranger, the other the man with the twisted jaw. Mr. Ransom advanced to meet the latter. He was anxious to listen to his first inquiries and, if possible, be the person to answer them. He was successful in this. Mr. Hazen no sooner saw him than he accosted him without ceremony. "What is this I hear and read about Georgian and her so-called twin?" he cried. "Nothing that I can believe, I want you to know. Georgian may have drowned herself. That is credible enough. But that the girl we read about in the papers and whom she evidently induced to come to this place with her should be the dead girl we called Anitra--why, that is all bosh--a tale to deceive the public, and possibly you, but not one to deceive me. The coincidence is much too improbable." "'There are stranger things in heaven and earth'"--quoted Ransom; but Hazen was already in conversation with the group of hotel idlers who had crowded up at sound of his loud voice. After a careful look which had taken in all of their faces, he had approached one young fellow, covering the lower part of his face as he did so. "Halloo! Yates," he called out. "Don't you remember the day we tied two chickens together, leg to leg, and sent them tumbling down the hill back of old Wylie's barn?" "Alf Hazen!" shouted the fellow, thus accosted. "Why, I thought you--" "Dead, eh? Of course you did. So did everybody else. But I've come to life, you see. With sad marks of battle on me," he continued, dropping his hand. "You all recognize me?" "Yes, yes," rose in one acclaim from a dozen or more throats after a moment of awkward uncertainty. "I know the eyes," vigorously asserted one. "And the voice," chimed in another. After which rose a confused babel of ejaculations and exclamatory questions, among which one could detect: "How did it happen, Alf?" "What took off your jaw?" and other equally felicitous expressions. "I'll tell you all about that later," he replied, after silence had in a measure been restored. "What I want to say now is this. Is it believable that simultaneously with my own return from the grave another member of my family should reappear before you from an older and much more certain burying? I tell you no. The riddle is one which calls for quite another solution and I have come to assist you in finding it." Here he cast a sinister glance at Ransom. The latter met the implied accusation with singular calmness.