On my search for a crime to fit my story, I found another interesting one. Again, it is not really fitting my story, but it is still interesting.

So imagine we are in 1935. You are a beautiful lady, the first one to win the title of Miss Romania, plus some other beauty contests in Germany. You would like to be an actress. Your father is a Communist activist, quite prominent at that time. Because of your beauty, every door opens for you and you move in high circles. You even have an affair with Liviu Ciulei, who at that time was a prominent engineer.

It is Christmas Eve, at the fatal hour of 23:00. Your sister comes to visit you with your friend. You are happy and you talk about the man who will soon become your husband, Cuza Hotta, with whom you had gone to the train station because he did not want you to spend a night alone on a train. That is why you returned to Bucharest in the end.

Out of the blue, your face starts to look different. You tell them you feel sick. Your sister brings you a glass of water, but you feel even worse. Your sister gets alarmed and sends your friend to her husband for help. Her husband calls several doctors, but none of them is at home. So he takes a car to bring an ambulance or a doctor, but unfortunately, when he returns, you are already dead.

Everyone is in shock: society, your family. You were very young, only 27 years old. But what was the reason for your sudden death? A classic murder weapon: potassium cyanide.

Your father, who at that time was financially supported by you, denounces your lover, claiming that he killed you. He used to be your lover, but there was no fight, no clear reason to kill you. Could it have been a crime of passion, even though you were about to marry?

The question was: crime, accident, or suicide? You were taking laxatives every night. The question then became: how did the poison get into your body? This poison is known to provoke lesions in the mouth and from the beginning to the end of the stomach. But the medical report did not show such lesions. In the report, it was evidenced that the substance from the laxative was present in the stomach, so either you took the poison with the pill or with something else.

Nobody believed you had reasons to kill yourself. You were young, beautiful, with a good future ahead. Plus, the way you acted on your last night, even taking your laxative pill, did not fit the suicide story. So they started to think that you took the poison by mistake, by accident, with your pill — or, better said, inside your pill. Maybe when the pill was made, something went wrong.

They searched how the casing of the pill was made. They figured out that just one pill could not be poisonous, so the accident theory was kind of ruled out. Crime was all that remained. But why did your father think your lover killed you?

Well, yes, it was said that he did visit your brother-in-law to find out if you really wanted to marry that man. There, it seems he found out that you indeed would marry him. Then it was supposed that he went to a metal factory, which he owned, and got the poison from one of its sections. After that, when he came to your sister’s place, he was violent, and later he went to the bathroom, where he could have poisoned your pills (which were more like powder pills).

When he was asked about that visit, he said he went to tell her what he thought about her, and in another declaration, he said he went to give her a Christmas present.

Anyway, a lawsuit started. How it ended — I will tell you tomorrow.

Hmm… I hope this story made you curious enough to want more.