Stuffy rich old aunt, Lady Feruson has had it up to here with her in-residence nephew John whom she is sure stole her emerald brooch so tomorrow she is cutting him out of her will as her major beneficiary. Well, that really ticks John off so he heads for his favorite pub, gets drunk and disorderly and ends up in the clink for the night. Upon his release the next morning he learns someone has bumped old auntie off. Bad show, but since he was in the hoosegow all night he's got an airtight alibi...or does he? Enter dashing, debonair, suave, tall, handsome, perfectly dressed and groomed Scotland Yard Inspector Trent. Trent knows despite his seemingly flawless alibi, nephew John is responsible for auntie's croak. He sets out to prove it and of course he is right because he is dashing, debonair, etc, etc. Suave Trent proves nephew John strangled auntie and woo's and wins the proverbial female romantic interest to boot. All's well that ends well. I love old black and white British pot boilers like this and this one fills the bill simply and perfectly.
Review of The Fatal Witness
