relatively meek, hogwash!\nhere's the real story: crippen, tormented over his wife's vivacious & scandalous ways, in a fit of rage murdered one of her long line of young potent lovers, or one of her off-hours clients from her dancehall side business. he disposed of the head, carcass and extremities in the morgue incinerary, smart to get rid of the sex identifiers as well. the internal organs went sour too fast to drag through the streets for disposal, so he buried them in the basement. the good doctor's more proper paramour, who disdained the sinful wife, a sympathetic heart and loins for his unfortunate "situation" of having married beneath himself, suggested, that since the mrs. had run off with one of her lovers to America to escape the ignominy of being involved in triangles of lascivious deception and a rageful revenge killing, that she and the doctor best plan as escape as those offals were still in the cellar, and only the doctor was left toward whom fingers would point. emasculated time and time again by a beautiful vivacious wife and an error in marrying judgment ... yes! meek ... never!