She Can’t Cheat If She Has No Head.. The Disturbing Case of Dorothy Eggers.
William C. Williamson had always loved trekking the outdoors. Unfortunately for him, his city job kept him away from the serene backdrop of the nature he loved so much. So when he and a friend drove to visit some relatives in Jan 1946, he was sure to plan a hike through the San Bernardino Mountains.
Driving over the Rim of the World Highway, a 101 mile crest that skirts the rigid California mountains, Williamson and his friend eventually found themselves at the Waterman Canyon. Looking down into the canyon, the two men spotted a bundle.
“What’s that?” he exclaimed.
“Funny looking bundle, eh?”
“It’s a funny bundy, that’s a fact,” agreed the host. “Looks like someone aimed to heave something down the canyon and missed it. Let’s have a closer look.”
The two men squatted down, secured their footing, and reached for the bundle. As they rose to their feet, the contents slid out of the top of its wrapping, brushing off Williamson’s left thigh.
What now lay at the two men’s feet was a sight so horrendous that Williamson could hardly believe his own eyes. A headless and handless torso. One newspaper described the awful scene best by saying, “raw stumps where the hands should have been.”
The victim, later identified as Dorothy Eggers, was shot twice with a 38-caliber pistol. A medical examination determined that her cause of death was a bullet through the heart.
“You’re Not A Real Man, Arthur Eggers!”
No one truly understands why Dorothy Eggers married her husband. She thought of Arthur Eggers, a clerk for the San Francisco Police Department, as a feeble and pitiful man. Although it was probably hard for her to consider him a “man” at all.
Perhaps at one point Dorthy truly loved her husband, but if so, that emotion surely faded quick.
Dorothy didn’t respect her Arthur. Not even enough to even try to cover up her many betrayals. He knew his wife chose random rendezvous with “truck stop” men over sex with him. She advertised her affairs in front of him, making sure her sorry excuse for a husband heard all the lewd details. Her husband appeared constantly defeated. His neighbors pitied him and Dorothy only laughed and mocked him.
It was December 29th when Arthur Eggers finally snapped. Working a long day at the precinct, the office clerk arrived home around nine. Their two daughters were at a movie which lasted a few more hours. All he desired was a quiet time at home with his beloved “Dottie”. Perhaps he could please her tonight.
That was until he saw a man sneaking from his wife’s bedroom window.
Walking in the door, he expected to see his spouse, caught red-handed, pleading to him to forgive her infidelity. Or perhaps an explanation. Maybe she would tell him that some strange man had broken in. Saying anything could calm his confusion right now.
Dorothy stood nude in the doorway. There was no apology, no explanation given. Just a look of disgust for her husband of 17 years and a shrewd sneer. His “Dottie” seemed more upset that her mystery date fled before she could reach a full orgasm.
Dorothy Eggers turned her back on her husband and Arthur, finally at his tipping point, grabbed his pistol.
In the end, Arthur Eggers did finally confess to murdering and dismembering his wife Dorothy. Arthur was put to death by lethal gas at the San Quentin Prison the following year. Police never found the head of Dorothy Eggers.
Keeping the location of his beloved Dottie’s head to himself was perhaps the one thing that Arthur had control over in his life. As if the meek and battered man finally stood up for himself.
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