A real live mystery, even if it's probably only a fender-bender auto case.
But the fact that some present-day person was trying to stop them from finding any answers somehow made the mystery more intriguing.
Surprisingly, Fred O'Connor, arch fan of any hint of mystery, remained uninterested in the Donald Ryland-Edith Shipton-Jerome Shipton triangle.
Fred prattled on about a mystery where something similar had occurred but Dean paid him no attention as he glanced through the newspaper.
By day, the mystery lurked in every look exchanged between Sarah and Giddon.
Fred, age seventy-six, was quick to embrace any hint of mystery and attach it to the most common everyday happening.
"Only in your mystery stories, not in Parkside," Dean answered disgustedly.
Fred couldn't resist a mystery and here was a riddle on-site.
When Dean returned to Collingswood Avenue, Fred was knee-deep in either his notes or another mystery novel, Dean didn't notice which.
Not Henry Whitcomb-vivid, Dean added quickly, referring to his involvement in a strange mystery before they married.
Fred's life was a mystery in some respects but he was honest and his report of Cynthia after Shipton's fall was certainly not a fabrication.
The important mystery mentioned by the Rhetor, though it aroused his curiosity, did not seem to him essential, and the second aim, that of purifying and regenerating himself, did not much interest him because at that moment he felt with delight that he was already perfectly cured of his former faults and was ready for all that was good.
Fred, remembering historical items from an earlier mystery in which he and his stepson were involved, jumped at the offer.