It’s the kind of a handerchief that a soldier might use, but you can bet it didn’t belong to any hero. Orson Wells shows an exhibit or two in the Black Museum, then focuses on today’s item in question.
Telephones ring, doorbells buzz, but nobody has seen or heard from Cathy. The search seems endless for the worried mom. When the tiny body is found, it becomes time for the professional manhunters to get in on the action. The police question neighborhood school kids and learn important details. An army truck is identified, and the grim routine of trudging through channels begins.
Eventually a specific unit is identified and tracked down. The evidence all matches, and the police close in. Orson Wells offers voiceover to drive home the mundane nature of police work, and waiting for details to sift through the system. The endless waiting paysoff when out of the anonymity of the army, a particular soldier is dentified and placed at the scene. Then as if any further proof is needed, a bigger break comes in to nail the case tightly closed.