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Delve into the mystery of the Peacock trees, feared by peasants as the source of a deadly fever. Squire Vane, a non-believer of this folklore, dares to challenge the superstition by spending a night amongst the trees. When dawn breaks, he is nowhere to be found. Has he fallen victim to the curse or is there a more sinister play at work? Could the poet, the lawyer, the woodsman or even the trees themselves be responsible for his disappearance? Join us as we unravel this enigma.

For twenty years Elizabeth Bennet had lived, quite contentedly, as the second daughter of a country squire. During her Easter visit to her newly married friend, Lizzy has the dubious pleasure of being introduced to Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her cosseted daughter. To Elizabeth’s surprise, the pair take a keen interest in a mere adopted daughter of the Bennet family, and when Mr. Darcy dutifully pays his annual visit to Rosings Park, her life takes a wholly unexpected turn.

One of the early 20th century’s mystery writing masters, G.K. Chesterton, spins a tale set on the wild shores of Cornwall, England. Here the locals fear a grove of trees, the “peacock trees,” believed to spread disease and eat people. Squire Vane dismisses such talk as mere superstition. When three guests arrive, the discussion about the trees enrages the Squire who vows to show them how foolish this myth is by spending a night in the grove. The next day, he’s nowhere to be found. And then begins the effort to solve this latest mystery, made more difficult by the characters’ pride.

Three trees, known as the Peacock trees, are blamed by the peasants for the fever that has killed many. Squire Vane scoffs at this legend as superstition. To prove them wrong, once and for all, he takes a bet to spend the night in the trees. In the morning he has vanished. Is he dead, and if so who has killed him? The poet? The lawyer? The woodsman? The trees?

Three trees, known as the Peacock trees, are blamed by the peasants for the fever that has killed many. Squire Vane scoffs at this legend as superstition. To prove them wrong, once and for all, he takes a bet to spend the night in the trees. In the morning he has vanished. Is he dead, and if so who has killed him? The poet? The lawyer? The woodsman? The trees? (Summary by Maria Therese)