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These last days have been the best, the brightest of my life, and when I return from New York all the old pain will finally be left behind.
So spoke Edgar Allan Poe as he set sail from Richmond bound for New York via Baltimore. He had every reason to feel optimistic. A magazine of his own was at last within his grasp. He was with friends who loved and respected him. Moreover, he was soon to be wed to his childhood sweetheart. His future seemed bright. Then, arriving in Baltimore on September 28, 1849, he inexplicably disappeared for five days. When found again, he was delirious with drink, in clothes not his own and outside a polling place. Four days later he was dead, never having given voice to what happened to him. And so the creator of the detective story was himself at the center of his own mystery.