That's the best explanation that I can think of for the "spy accidentally killed himself by locking himself inside a garment bag" theory of Scotland Yard.
In Joseph Wambaugh's novels in the `70s, he mentioned that the detectives would sometimes contrive elaborate explanations of how somebody could have committed suicide, especially when the dead guy was a drug dealer. The alternative was to have a killing on their books that could never be solved.
That's kind of what this smells like.
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ReplyDeleteAs a (very) young newspaper reporter,\ — we're talking 1960 here — I once stumbled across a real life example of this. A guy was found garroted in the stairwell of a building in Central Park, in an area close to The Ramble, in those days (and maybe today) a place of anonymous gay assignations. In those very closeted days, the area was also a great spot for muggers to ply their trade without much fear that their victims would call the cops. "And what were you doing in the Ramble at 1 a.m., Mr. Smith?"
The tool of this garroting was a piano wire, twisted with a pencil. The guy's jacket was half on and half off. Who takes one arm out of his jacket, leaves the other in, and then offs himself — and doesn't panic while gasping for breath and undo the garrote?
The cops were already on the scene when I got there. The medical examiner arrived, pulled down the corpse's pants, and discovered no semen. Therefore, he concluded, it wasn't a gay murder. The man's clothing was not torn nor his shoes scuffed. Therefore it couldn't possibly have been a mugging. (That's what he concluded and how he concluded it.) The death was ruled a suicide.)
I went out to Queens to interview the widow. "Our priest told me to stay away from him," she said, referring to her husband. "He said that man's not right."
I called the story in to my city desk and said I was troubled by the suicide ruling. "If the Medical Examiner says it's a suicide then it's a suicide. C'mon back to the office," my night city editor growled me.
This demonstrated to me that night city editors can be as lazy as cops and medical examiners.
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Yep, suicide of 'convenience'...
ReplyDeleteIn the case of this guy, he had a long history of having to be bailed out of attempts to replicate Houdini escapes. For example, once a neighbor had to call the police when she discovered him locked to his bed with handcuffs. He apparently had thought he'd figured a way to escape them, except not.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm willing in this case to buy the accidental death thing. Barely.
I remember a discussion of a death many years ago as discussed by police friends: .44Magnum wound to center chest, most determined case of suicide they had ever seen,wink wink.
ReplyDeleteThey used to call this sort of thing "death by misadventure".
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