A Twitter Mystery in many parts - (Will be updated as the muse hits me)

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It's a dark & stormy night, said Lord Black to his friend Count A Dayle....

They were in front of a roaring fire in the drawing room of Black's estate in Creepyshire - and what's with those owls? Black said

Have Forelock shoot those damned owls. I thought the loons were bad! Now where were we, Lord A?

The windows rattled as a gust hurled itself against the panes. More whiskey, Jeeves for my friend, and take care of that gust, if you please

Sybil entered the room in her usual undulating manner. HiHo A Dayle. I didn't know you were coming tonight. Darling I'll have a whiskey too

Black looked at her with hooded eyes. Jeeves, give my beloved wife some whiskey and I'll have another. You too? A Dayle?

Damn those owls and gusts! A person can't concentrate. Suddenly the windows sprang open and air and rain filled the room.

The oil lamps flickered and went out.The candles on the table were snuffed.Black and the others looked in amazement as...

A hooded figure rose out of the storm and stepped through the window. Its face was partly hidden, but its eyes glowed in the darkened room

He, for it was a man, threw off the hood and faced the room. A jagged scar covered half his face, twisting his mouth into a gruesome sneer.

So, he said. Do you have a welcome for your long lost brother? Any words for the black sheep? Black stared again. Egads is that you, Sydney?