CRIME: Buttermilk Bluebeard

To the lonely, well-heeled old women he met at church functions, the romantic charm of quiet, heavy-set Alfred Leonard Cline, 56, was considerably enhanced by a remote quality they could not identify.

Cline liked company; but his company usually died suddenly in a hotel room shortly after signing her estate over to him. He liked efficiency. He almost always took his company on pleasure trips, then asked her to drink a glass of buttermilk. When she died, he had her body cremated before police could' examine it.

Next to company and efficiency, he liked forgery. This had cost him two prison terms...

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