An American arrives in London and discovers he’s the sole heir of his recently departed uncle, gaining a large estate and a goodly sum of money. He has to sign paperwork to state he will never let the place slip from his possession while he lives. He arrives at the property and is almost shot by some folks who should not be there. Turns out a detective and friend of our hero is also in London, looking into a Chicago bookkeeper’s murder. That’ll come in handy when our hero needs some help to get access to his land because the mysterious occupants on his property (nicknamed The Hawk’s Nest) seem to have the backing of the British government and Scotland Yard, not to mention a smoking hot blonde (Muriel Evans) he met on the boat trip across the pond included in their numbers. She even asks him to drop everything and let she and her father stay at the Hawk’s Nest for as long as they need to and to stay away until they leave. He’s fine with her hanging around but he doesn’t care for anyone telling him he can’t be where he rightfully should. There’s talk of ghosts, criminal shenanigans and a mysterious piece of parchment that may point to a hidden treasure. I enjoyed some of the comedy but I’ve been told many times that I’m an eighty-year-old man trapped in the body of an unhealthy forty-year-old man. Muriel Evans is very easy on the eyes and she thankfully gets a good amount of screen time. It’s mostly dull and lacks anything thrilling unless you find phone conversations and unanswered questions the pinnacle of excitement.
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