Mrs. Hoptmann fell off her fire escape. She'd been sunbathing there - no, she was watering her plants - no - so how did it really happen?
"Nothing happened," says a passerby with a deep voice.
"Nobody fell off a fire escape."
"But I saw it clearly with my own eyes! Or was it just... a mirage?
I saw a dark figure spiraling down... True, just above the ground the figure hesitated a little... Probably didn't want to suffer too many bruises. But then she hit the sidewalk full force."
"It wasn't Mrs. Hoptmann," said the onlooker in his baritone.
"It was Mr. Johnson disguised as Mrs. Hoptmann. He's finally paid dearly for his escapades."