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Renata Gettleman killed her invalid husband.
By no means was the murder an overt act, proof of which was delicately hinged upon so-called circumstantial evidence. No bloodied knife, phial emptied of poison nor smoking gun would ever turn up. Mr. Horace Gettleman died of massive heart failure. You can't pin that on anyone. It is curious, however, that his newest prescription of heart medication was not at his bedside but locked up in a cupboard. The key to the cupboard was fastened to a gold chain. A chain looped upon the lovely neck of Renata Gettleman.
Theresa Marie, the couple's 21-year-old daughter, adored her papa and co-existed with her ever smiling but glacial-hearted mother. Theresa had always been a dutiful and respectful daughter, deferring obsequiously to Mrs. Gettleman and doting open-heartedly upon her daddy. When her father died so unexpectedly (he had returned earlier from of rest cure of two-month's duration at the Holy Cross Sanitarium and was much improved, both in spirits and overall health) Theresa was inconsolable, prostrate with a grief as profound as the deep and darkened sea storming outside their manor house windows ....
