The cast and crew of a stage play are in serious trouble when a hunchbacked madman terrorizing the town sets his sights on them and begins picking them off with poison bullets. A couple reporters and their moronic photographer get lured into a trap after a forged note from the star of the show brings drama editor Jean Monroe to the theater during a rehearsal. She’s placed herself in hot water because she authored an article falsely claiming she came face to face with The Fiend and now the killer thinks she can identify him. The show’s author, Peter Fortune, is also an amateur sleuth and has assisted the police force in solving difficult crimes, so he makes his way over to lend a helping hand. Everyone ends up staying in the same hotel and one of the show’s actors by the name of Reardon gets caught in a lie. Following some minimal action and something that really wanted to be called comedy, Reardon is revealed to be the hunchbacked terror… or is he?!? Hard to point the finger at a dead man… which seems like a real dumbass move by our “intelligent” killer. It’s pretty obvious who is behind the nefarious deeds. You probably won’t care because it’s all a stuffy drag that never feels focused enough to be interesting. Usually with flicks of this vintage they have some charm to get me through, but this time out it was a chore from start to end.
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