Alfred Hitchcock: [closing narration]
(walks into Courtney's living room, the furniture covered in tarps) I regret to inform you that Courtney did not retain his last trophy very long. He was caught. A charwoman knocked over the precious vase, breaking it into pieces, a few of them identifiable as, ah, bits of Mr. Gregory. You see, the gold fillings of his teeth had resisted the heat of the kiln, but all the good doctors and all the good police couldn't put Mr. Gregory together again. As for the charwoman, she became "the pride of the press." Here is where the real historical significance of the case lies: ever since, cleaning women the world over have been knocking over vases, trying to emulate her success. That's all until next time when we shall be back with another, though imperfect, crime. Good night.