Death, dressed in it’s Sunday best. Amid all the artifacts in the Black Museum, Orson Wells takes us back to the 1920’s, and how a young man and woman met. After what seems a chance meeting, romance blooms between Trevor Moon and EVie Rose.
Money is saved up in ordr to buy a chicken farm, and to save up for the wedeing day. Time marches on, and Evie grows impatient. Visiting Trevor at the chicken farm that he has now purchased, Evie confronts him with pressing news. She is impatient to be married, since she is expecting a baby. Why doesn’t he want to marry yet? The visit is the last time anybody will see Evie alive again.
The cops begin an investigation when word comes to them that Evie has been missing. What will raise the flag that this isn’t a routine matter of a girl who went missing for only a few days, but is gone for good? Her family claims that it just isn’t like her to disappear. Trevor tells a story that seems in direct contradiction, stating he hasn’t seen Evie in a few months.
Basing their suspicions on the fact that they just don’t like his eyes, Trevor becomes suspected of murder. Wow, that’s pretty unscientific. If he killed her, where’s the body? Through a casual kind of pressure, Trevor shows signs of stress, but does he have a motive for murder? A search of his house, and farm is begun. The digging finally turns up a scrap of evidence. Clothes and personal items are scattered on the farm… then the body is found.