Michael Shayne1960

[Trina, a best-selling mystery novelist, claims her husband was killed by falling on an ice pick - but the man's body has disappeared before the police arrived]

Trina De Witt:
He was right there... and he was dead! The ice pick was right here.

Police Lt. Gentry:
Ice pick, Miss DeWitt?

Trina De Witt:
Yes, an ice pick. He slapped me. I grabbed it just to scare him away Well, he took it from me. I ran for the door, then I heard this crash...

Hughes:
Bathroom's empty; so's the bedroom.

Police Lt. Gentry:
No reporters, no photographers... no press agents?

Hughes:
No corpse, either.

Police Lt. Gentry:
No sign of a struggle, no blood on the floor ? and no ice pick.