I guess this is Seb's territory, but what exactly is this dark, bizarre melodrama about that's playing out in the pure, suburban valleys of Switzerland? An internationally successful skier and her brother murdered - and her husband's the main suspect. But now he's been found dead too, in a forest, with a gun, and "several wounds" on his body. The BBC sees fit to report it, so it must mean something. For if you're suggesting the corporation will descend to yellow sensationalism I shall have to ask for your address.

The story does not smack of the Swiss - where is the emotionless calculation, the ignorance of romance, the efficiency? Surely the Swiss are not in thrall to crimes of passion? I smell a fondued rat. There's a conspiracy behind this, mark me. The police wants us to think it's a deranged and jilted husband throwing his whole existence into insane revenge, then going off into a forest and shooting himself. No, no, no. Someone knew too much. Before long, there will be a series of mysterious shootings in London's docklands, and a police detective with a little too much ambition will be found dead when the fog clears. A clergyman with a scar on his face will be seen shuffling through crowds of prostitutes. An archduke will be assassinated in an opera house before the season is out. And international diplomatic relations will hang in the balance while the aristocracy reshuffles its centres of power. Europe will quiver over the abyss of war.