Lounging in this big comfortable leather chair of mine, I sometimes get to speculating whether I could commit (try anyhow) the perfect crime. It must require a great deal of nerve and conviction that one is a highly superior human being. Vanity of one's self, contempt of others. These would surely be two characteristics of someone who planned the perfect crime. Nick Palmer possessed both in abundance, but they were carefully concealed most of the time, under a veneer of charm. Unhappily, so far as his wife Jennifer was concerned, that veneer had cracked long ago... She wants a divorce.