It was a dark and stormy night and Mr. Robert Ingersoll, a writer, philosopher, and retired lawyer from Dobbs Ferry, New York, was lost in the woods. He was unsure how he came to be in the woods or even which woods he found himself in. He supposed that he must still be in New York, but where in New York, he was uncertain.
An hour previously, Robert had woken at the base of an impressive conifer, which led him to believe that he must have been beaten and robbed. However, the fact that he felt no pain and appeared not to have a single bruise or scrape countered the theory that he had been the victim of a thrashing.“They must have chloroformed me,” Robert surmised. “Surely that is the case, for I feel quite undamaged. They were gentlemen, these robbers, inasmuch as a robber can be a gentleman. This will work in their favor if they are ever brought to justice.”