Poor Sylvia Hesketh Even now, after this long time, I can't think of it without a shudder, without a comeback of the horror of those days after the murder. You remember it-the Hesketh mystery? And mystery it surely was, baffling, as it did, the police and the populace of the whole state. For who could guess why a girl like that, rich, beautiful, without a care or an enemy, should be done to death as she was. Think of it-at five o'clock sitting with her mother taking tea in the library at Mapleshade and that same night found dead-murdered-by the side of a lonesome country road, a hundred and eighteen miles away.