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Updated: May 7, 2025
Your mother and I saw her married she was a Ravenstone, and only nineteen. She married Sir Thomas Marshflower, a man of forty. They'd only just come home from the honeymoon when it happened. One morning Sir Thomas rode into the market-town to preside at the petty sessions he hadn't been long gone when a fine, distinguished-looking man called, and asked to see Lady Marshflower.
He'd only half a mile to walk, along a fairly frequented road, but complete, absolute, final disappearance! And never cleared up!" "Odd!" agreed Viner. "Very odd, indeed. Well any more?" "Plenty!" said Miss Penkridge, with a click of her needles. "There was the case of poor young Lady Marshflower as sweet a young thing as man could wish to see!
Did he lose his reason or his memory, and wander away and away? I think, as my aunt sagely remarked, that nobody is ever going to find anything about that affair! Then my Lady Marshflower there's a fine mystery! Who was the man? What did she know about him? Where had they met? Had they ever met? Why did he shoot her? How on earth did he contrive to disappear without leaving some trace? How "
"I tell you that not only was the man never caught, but that although Sir Thomas spent a fortune and nearly lost his senses in trying to find out who he was, what he wanted and what he had to do with Lady Marshflower, he never discovered one single fact!" affirmed Miss Penkridge. "There!" "That's queerer than the other," observed Viner. "A veritable mystery!"
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