“Hello,” said the tall man as he peered around the door to the classroom. “Are you Cecelia Luth?”

“Why, yes I am,” said Luth. “May I ask who wants to know?”

“My name is Bejerot,” he replied and stepped into the room, “but not the famous one. Are you familiar with the name?”

“I really don’t know who you might mean,” Luth responded warily.

“You don’t know Nils Bejerot?”

“Should I?” Luth said, “The name seems familiar, but I can’t place it.”