I've always felt the old lights out gimmick was a cheap way out for murder mysteries. The Charlie Chan series of films in the Forties used it at least three or four times and if you've seen a story using it more than once it begins to irritate. That's why I felt let down a little with this one because it allowed for no one in particular to be defined as the person who murdered Alexander Penn Arlington (John Williams). With a handful of suspects who might have wanted him out of the picture, Arlington, a mystery writer, is given the opportunity to relive the day of his murder by heaven's recording angel (Alan Napier). But with time running out, and having to answer to a higher authority, he only gets more and more frustrated realizing that at least four other people with good reasons of their own could have done him in. Not to worry though, even though the story ends inconclusively, host Hitchcock gives it away as part of his closing statement. You could probably come up with your own guilty party for different reasons, and you'd be just as likely to be correct.
Review of Whodunit
