“You are mistaken in the person,” said Mr. Markland, positively.

“It may be so,” returned the gentleman.

“Where did you next see him?” inquired Mr. Brainard.

“In the neighbourhood of the—­Railroad Depot.  Being aware that he had spent several days with Mr. Markland, it occurred to me that he was going out to call upon him.”

“Very surprising.  I don’t just comprehend this,” said Mr. Markland, with a perplexed manner.

“The question is easily settled,” remarked Mr. Brainard.  “Sit here a few moments, and I will step around to the City Hotel.”

And as he spoke, he arose and went quickly from his office.  In about ten minutes he returned.

“Well, what is the result?” was the rather anxious inquiry of Mr. Markland.

“Can’t make it out,” sententiously answered Mr. Brainard.

“What did you learn?”

“Nothing.”

“Of course, Mr. Lyon has not been there?”

“I don’t know about that.  He certainly was not there as Mr. Lyon.”

“Was any one there answering to his description?”

“Yes.”

“From the South?”

“Yes.  From Richmond—­so the register has it; and the name recorded is Melville.”

“You asked about him particularly?”

“I did, and the description given, both by the landlord and his clerk, corresponded in a singular manner with the appearance of Mr. Lyon.  He arrived by the southern line, and appeared hurried in manner.  Almost as soon as his name was registered, he inquired at what hour the cars started on the—­road.  He went out in an hour after his arrival, and did not return until late in the evening.  Yesterday morning he left in the first southern train.”

“Well, friends, you see that I was not so very far out of the way,” said the individual who had surprised the gentlemen by asserting that Mr. Lyon was in the city only two days before.

“I can’t believe that it was Mr. Lyon.”  Firmly Mr. Markland took this position.

“I would not be sworn to it—­but my eyes have certainly played me false, if he were not in the city at the time referred to,” said the gentleman; “and let me say to you, that if you have important interests in his hands, which you would regard as likely to suffer were he really in our city at the time alleged, it will be wise for you to look after them a little narrowly, for, if he were not here, then was I never more mistaken in my life.”

The man spoke with a seriousness that produced no very pleasing effect upon the minds of his auditors, who were, to say the least, very considerably perplexed by what he alleged.

“The best course, in doubtful cases, is always a prudent one,” said Mr. Markland, as soon as the gentleman had retired.

“Unquestionably.  And now, what steps shall we take, under this singular aspect of affairs?”

“That requires our first attention.  If we could only be certain that Mr. Lyon had returned to the city.”