It's about twenty-five minutes into this one-hour mystery before Natalie Moorhead is discovered murdered in her car. The earlier scenes are devoted almost exclusively to introducing the audience to the many suspects and making sure we know their motives for wanting her dead. She is a movie star who walked to the top, mostly on the bodies of the men briefly in her life.
Once the murder is discovered, the fun is scheduled to begin. There's Fred Kelsey, playing a flatfoot so dumb that you wonder why he's on the investigation with J. Farrell MacDonald, who is playing his usual smart, energetic man of this period. Overall, there's where you can see the weakness in this Poverty Row B picture: the pacing is off and while performers like MacDonald, Russell Hopton and Barbara Weeks can establish their own rhythms, lesser lights cannot. It's a common failing of the ultra-cheap Bs of this period.