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AN ALPINE DIVORCE WHICH WAS THE MURDERER? A DYNAMITE EXPLOSION AN ELECTRICAL SLIP THE VENGEANCE OF THE DEAD OVER THE STELVIO PASS THE HOUR AND THE MAN "AND THE RIGOUR OF THE GAME" THE BROMLEY GIBBERTS STORY NOT ACCORDING TO THE CODE A MODERN SAMSON A DEAL ON 'CHANGE TRANSFORMATION THE SHADOW OF THE GREENBACK THE UNDERSTUDY "OUT OF THUN" A DRAMATIC POINT TWO FLORENTINE BALCONIES THE EXPOSURE OF LORD STANSFORD PURIFICATION
"I HAD THE SAFE BLOWN OPEN" THE CORD DANGLED ABOUT A FOOT ABOVE THE POLICEMAN'S HEAD DUPR? LAUNCHED HIS BOMB OUT INTO THE NIGHT "DO NOT PROCEED FURTHER WITH EXECUTION" HIS FIRST ACT WAS TO DISCHARGE EVERY SERVANT "WHEN YOU PRESS THE IVORY BUTTON, I FIRE" WIPING ITS BLADE ON THE CLOTHES OF THE PROSTRATE MAN "I WILL DRAW A PLAN" HE THREW ASIDE BUSHES, BRAMBLES AND LOGS "WHAT HAS HAPPENED?" SAM LOOKED SAVAGELY AROUND HIM "MY GOD, YOU WERE RIGHT AFTER ALL!"
REVENGE!
AN ALPINE DIVORCE.
In some natures there are no half-tones; nothing but raw primary colours. John Bodman was a man who was always at one extreme or the other. This probably would have mattered little had he not married a wife whose nature was an exact duplicate of his own.
In the lives of these two young people there was no middle distance. The result was bound to be either love or hate, and in the case of Mr. and Mrs. Bodman it was hate of the most bitter and arrogant kind.
In some parts of the world incompatibility of temper is considered a just cause for obtaining a divorce, but in England no such subtle distinction is made, and so until the wife became criminal, or the man became both criminal and cruel, these two were linked together by a bond that only death could sever. Nothing can be worse than this state of things, and the matter was only made the more hopeless by the fact that Mrs. Bodman lived a blameless life, and her husband was no worse, but rather better, than the majority of men. Perhaps, however, that statement held only up to a certain point, for John Bodman had reached a state of mind in which he resolved to get rid of his wife at all hazards. If he had been a poor man he would probably have deserted her, but he was rich, and a man cannot freely leave a prospering business because his domestic life happens not to be happy.
When a man's mind dwells too much on any one subject, no one can tell just how far he will go. The mind is a delicate instrument, and even the law recognises that it is easily thrown from its balance. Bodman's friends--for he had friends--claim that his mind was unhinged; but neither his friends nor his enemies suspected the truth of the episode, which turned out to be the most important, as it was the most ominous, event in his life.
Whether John Bodman was sane or insane at the time he made up his mind to murder his wife, will never be known, but there was certainly craftiness in the method he devised to make the crime appear the result of an accident. Nevertheless, cunning is often a quality in a mind that has gone wrong.
Mrs. Bodman well knew how much her presence afflicted her husband, but her nature was as relentless as his, and her hatred of him was, if possible, more bitter than his hatred of her. Wherever he went she accompanied him, and perhaps the idea of murder would never have occurred to him if she had not been so persistent in forcing her presence upon him at all times and on all occasions. So, when he announced to her that he intended to spend the month of July in Switzerland, she said nothing, but made her preparations for the journey. On this occasion he did not protest, as was usual with him, and so to Switzerland this silent couple departed.
There is an hotel near the mountain-tops which stands on a ledge over one of the great glaciers. It is a mile and a half above the level of the sea, and it stands alone, reached by a toilsome road that zigzags up the mountain for six miles. There is a wonderful view of snow-peaks and glaciers from the verandahs of this hotel, and in the neighbourhood are many picturesque walks to points more or less dangerous.
John Bodman knew the hotel well, and in happier days he had been intimately acquainted with the vicinity. Now that the thought of murder arose in his mind, a certain spot two miles distant from this inn continually haunted him. It was a point of view overlooking everything, and its extremity was protected by a low and crumbling wall. He arose one morning at four o'clock, slipped unnoticed out of the hotel, and went to this point, which was locally named the Hanging Outlook. His memory had served him well. It was exactly the spot, he said to himself. The mountain which rose up behind it was wild and precipitous. There were no inhabitants near to overlook the place. The distant hotel was hidden by a shoulder of rock. The mountains on the other side of the valley were too far away to make it possible for any casual tourist or native to see what was going on on the Hanging Outlook. Far down in the valley the only town in view seemed like a collection of little toy houses.
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