Mary Roberts Rinehart and Agatha Christie were cut from the same cloth: musty velvet. Both loved the old-dark-house story, replete with weird characters, creaking doors, etc. The Bat is a killer who likes his murder in a jugular vein. He rips throats when he isn't searching for one million
dollars' worth of securities stashed in the house. Given his movie history, and the leering and grimacing he does here, Price seems the most likely suspect, but the surprise murderer turns out to be police lieutenant Gordon. Moorehead plays a mystery writer with a penchant for overreacting. The
rest of the cast is good but not great. The movie betrays its stage origins by being t...