Odd title for a fairly conventional murder mystery of the 'Old Dark House' genre, in mid-Depression days when a few bow-ties and gleaming shirt-fronts would bring an hour of welcome escapism to large numbers.
A new inheritance tax is due to come into force at midnight, and an ageing multi-millionaire wants to donate his fortune to his long-lost granddaughter before Uncle Sam gets it - if he can find her, that is. Otherwise it will be divided among five other family-members.
As the clock starts ticking, on a dark and stormy night (natch!), the five lucky winners are assembled in the mansion, when a glamorous blonde, the right age, mysteriously manages to arrive, to a warm welcome from the old man, followed suddenly by a rival candidate, before the first one dies of poison.
Show me one of these Agatha Christie situations, and I will show you a detective saying "The person who killed her is in this room". Among other suspects, you will catch Hedda Hopper in one of the last of those cocktail-guest supporting roles that were her bread-and-butter for so long, before she suddenly found fame as a Hollywood gossip-columnist. Also comic relief in the form of a magician who keeps pulling odd things out of people's pockets (including revolvers). And of course, the regulation housemaid discreetly listening at doors.
A new inheritance tax is due to come into force at midnight, and an ageing multi-millionaire wants to donate his fortune to his long-lost granddaughter before Uncle Sam gets it - if he can find her, that is. Otherwise it will be divided among five other family-members.
As the clock starts ticking, on a dark and stormy night (natch!), the five lucky winners are assembled in the mansion, when a glamorous blonde, the right age, mysteriously manages to arrive, to a warm welcome from the old man, followed suddenly by a rival candidate, before the first one dies of poison.
Show me one of these Agatha Christie situations, and I will show you a detective saying "The person who killed her is in this room". Among other suspects, you will catch Hedda Hopper in one of the last of those cocktail-guest supporting roles that were her bread-and-butter for so long, before she suddenly found fame as a Hollywood gossip-columnist. Also comic relief in the form of a magician who keeps pulling odd things out of people's pockets (including revolvers). And of course, the regulation housemaid discreetly listening at doors.