This is at one and the same time one of Chesterton's paradoxical mysteries and one of his most pronounced moral landscapes. Brilliant. A fascinating mystery that ultimately leads to a crucial philosophical point. Chesterton's writing requires some effort to appreciate, but few people in history possessed a greater felicity with language than he did–and even fewer possessed a greater mental alacrity. You'd be hard-pressed to find another book that packs so much into four measly chapters.
Foreign trees planted in England. Many claim they are haunted and bring death. The owner says that is ridiculous so he goes to spend the night in the trees. He disappears.