Something about this visitor seemed odd. He just stood there by the door and lingered without saying a word. He had a strange grin on his face. “Hallooo, Noros!” the man said in a booming voice. “How do you do?” Noros looked up from the bread he was slicing and saw that the stranger was bounding toward him. The man pulled back his hood to reveal a familiar face—and a familiar bald head. Tears came to Noros’s eyes, and he fairly screamed: “My God, Mr. Melville—you’re alive!”
