There's a murderer loose in the spooky Louisiana estate that serves as the setting of this mystery. Is it the mansion owner's lawyer's zoftig daughter? Or either one of the two characters who turn up claiming to be the coroner. Or maybe it's mystery writer Chester Morris who could be researching the plot of his next blood-curdling thriller. As unlikely as it seems, perhaps it's one of the two buffoons tossed in for slapstick relief, Frank McHugh and Allan Jenkins. Don't expect any clues from the screenwriter who seemed to be making up the story as it went along and had no idea of the culprit until it was time to turn in a script and he had to pin the slaying on somebody.
Review of Tomorrow at Seven
