Of late, George's (Ernest Truex) digestion has been a bit upset , and
upon this, he learns that a notorious poisoner is supposed to have found a
job as a cook somewhere in the neighbourhood. Problem is, he has emplyed a
new cook (Viola Roache) only recently, and she didn't even bring any
references. This gets George slightly paranoid, so when he comes home one
night from drinking and his cook has left him some cocoa that smells a bit
funny, he doesn't drink it but has it analyzed - and wouldn't you have
known, it really is poisoned. Unsurprisingly, George blows the whistle on
his cook, only to learn minutes later that the poisoner has been caught,
and it's not the woman in his emplos - which leads to only one conclusion:
The actual poisoner is his wife (Sylvia Field), an unstable actress who
thinks she has to get rid of her husband to be with her much younger
co-star (Robert Clark) - who in a bitter twist of irony has eloped with
another girl only the night before.
Very nice piece of early
television, making up for the shortcomings the medium showed in its early
days with a very clever, very entertaining story that remains
unpredictable until the last shot, and is carried by a brilliant cast.
Simply put very well-donme.