Reporter Perry Travis (William Gargan) is at the landing of the Hindenburgh waiting for the arrival of a powerful industrialist named Foster. Trying to get an interview with him, he is blocked at every step by Foster's secretary Lois (Marguerite Churchill). Showing up at Foster's estate, he is just in time for cocktails just as the man whom he wants to see is killed, presumably by suicide but under Gargan's idea, murder! O.K., good set-up, but why mention the Hindenburgh if it was not a plot twist, ironically exploding the following year, killing thousands of people and being the greatest moving vehicle disaster ever in the air. The suspects follow pretty much every murder mystery set-up: the much younger wife, an assistant who is obviously involved in an affair with the wife, a crazy male secretary and mysterious servants. Dwight Frye is the crazy live-in secretary who refers to one of the characters as "You wholesale stealer of death!" in a dramatic outburst similar to many of his rants as the crazy Renfield in "Dracula". It seems the supposed philanthropist Foster wasn't the kindly industrialist he seemed to be to the public, but a maker of weapons for mass destruction and like the assistant whom Frye tells off, more interested in war than in peace even though on the outside he professed a love for peace and a hatred for combat.There are some good plot twists in this little B Columbia mystery which runs just a good tight hour and the denouncement of what occurred is pretty original as well. However, for all its good points, there are still many questions unasked, especially one concerning two of the suspects found in a locked garage with poisoned gasses leaking out. When Gargan and one of his assistants sit inside the garage with the same gasses threatening to kill them, they spout some strange but still amusing lines of dialog concerning their own impending deaths should the gas actually be fatal, but a lot of the humor and some of the plot developments seem unnecessary overall. Gargan had a similar style to that other 1930's wise-cracking detective/reporter butinsky, Lee Tracy, and is given the best lines. Most of the cast is filled with extremely obscure actors which makes the few lesser known "B" stars like Gargan, Churchill and Frye more noticeable. All in all, a true curio, but nothing to tax the brain either.

Breezy murder mystery has radio reporter William Garagin who is in the house of a reclusive industrialist when he commits suicide. Garagin isn't too sure and on his broadcast a short time later he states that he suspects that it was murder. This opens up the floodgates as Garagain is threatened, given misleading information and an attempt is made on his life.A Columbia Pictures release the film feels more anemic then most poverty row films. I've seen dozens of low budget films but there is something about this one from one of the majors that just feels cheap.While the performances are fine, the plot seems to be missing something. Its a breezy 61 minutes long but there seems to be reel or two of material missing. I kept watching this with the constant feeling that I was missing something. Plot points don't develop they just suddenly appear out of left field for no good reason. Plot, what plot? Its more an idea.Its a mess. Amusing, but a really big mess.Is it worth seeing? Only if you run across it. Its nothing I'd try to search out.