— Your… fiancée?
— Mmmm, she was the daughter of my violin teacher. We were engaged to be married, the invitations were out, I was being fitted for a tailcoat, and 24 hours before the wedding, she died of influenza. It just proves my contention that women are unreliable and not to be trusted.

Watch carefully, and you’ll discover that the loose ends are never tied up, and the case ends without being solved (and with no one, apparently, noticing). So what? — Roger Ebert