Mr. Henhoper had his life insured
for |IO,OOO. S veral nights afterward,
while he and his wife sat by the fire,
he remarked: “Look here, Jane,
I’ve been thinking this matter ver,
and it now seems to me that I have
made a mistake in having my life in
sured.”
“Why, Jody, ’ she replied, “this
money will be paid in case of your
death.”
“Yes, in case of my death. But
hang it all, I don’t want to die. If I
had a store, I could have it insured,
burn it down, make several hundred
doll.ars on the transaction, but you
don’t suppose that a man wants to
commit suicide, do you? Wonder if I
can rig up some scheme for beating
this game!”
“I don’t only see one way, and that
would result in the death of us both;
for Jody, if you were to die I would
take poison. I would cut my throat
with an old case knife rather than live
without my Jody,” and she put her
arm around his neck and wept.
“I tell you,” said the husband, after
a few moments’ reflection, “I’ll be
found dead. Don’t look frightened ”
He then unfolded his plan. He
would get a skeleton, put a lot of
tevised meat around it, stuff the
wftole arrangement into au old suit of
dc*hes, J^a||ottp^ .of a w<Mlj
walls in. The idea was a happy m* hi
The coroner would hold an inquest
when the remains were brought out,*
everything would be satisfactory, and
the insurance company would pay the
money. Then the husband would
slip home, take his wife and leave the
country.
