Inside the Cadillac Café everyone is bouncing around in spacesuits. Everyone except for you and a beautiful young lady smoking a cigarette through a long, hoity-toity filter. You sit down beside her, deciding to ask her a few questions about the Steiner case. "Have you heard about the missing Bohemian?"

"You mean the old guy who was going to become the king of Bohemia, but turned up missing?"

"Actually, he didn’t turn up at all."

"That’s an old joke. That younger brother, Burghard, sure has a lot to gain. I saw him strutting around town this morning wearing a tiara and putting on all types of airs. He insisted I call him ‘Your Highest, Most Honorable King of Bohemia.’ Then he thanked his lucky stars that his older brother was missing because now, he and he alone would be the rightful heir to the throne."

"Do you have any idea who might have a motive to get rid of the older brother, Sigfried?" you ask her.
"Who do I look like?" she answers, "Batman?"

The bartender announces that he’s about to cut off the oxygen. Not having a spacesuit you head for the exit.