House of Blackmail

A foolish young man named Billy Blane has forged a cheque for £200 and is threatened with arrest unless he pays £5,000 to the urbane and wealthy Markham. His artist sister, Carol (Mary Germaine) tries to get him out of it by agreeing to meet Markham in his old country house. On the way, she picks up a good-looking and garrulous hitch-hiker (William Sylvester) who calls himself Jimmy. The radio, meanwhile, speaks of an escaped convict from a nearby prison. Jimmy agrees to accompany Carol to the house and pose as her lawyer in an attempt to unnerve Markham.

There, they meet Markham (Alexander Gauge) and his two associates, an elderly Eastern European doctor (Hugo Schuster) and a sharp-tongued American (John Arnatt), also a Polish maid (Ingeborg von Kusserow) and a seedy, spying butler (Denis Shaw). After some sparring from Jimmy, Carol agrees to pay the money, but is unable to withdraw it from her bank until morning. The pair must remain until then and, with the windows electronically secured, there is no way to escape. During the night, Markham is murdered, and the killer could only have been someone staying at the house...

There is much intrigue and some witty dialogue to be enjoyed in this early fifties B-film, which reveals its small budget with its studio-bound setting and recycled score (at one point, it sounded like something from a Norman Wisdom film!). American William Sylvester is ebullient as Jimmy and, with his mid-Atlantic accent, could well have made an excellent Saint. As usual, Alexander Gauge is wonderfully erudite as the disreputable Markham, another of his reasonable-criminal roles, while the British actor John Arnatt displays a convincing American accent as the man who takes charge. There is also some decent characterisation - for example, with Bassett the butler and his listening at keyholes and room of pin-ups - and much creepy sneaking about, which I always love. Despite the gothic aesthetics, however, this is emphatically a mystery, not a thriller, and a pretty straightforward one at that. It's about the characters' interaction - not wanting to be alone or with any of the others either - and also keeps us guessing as to whether Jimmy is the escaped prisoner or not. The ending is neat, simple and reasonably satisfying, while everything before it is enjoyable too. An average film, of course, but that should be no insult when such things are as fun as this.

William Sylvester used to pop up in some many British productions I always thought he was a British actor. This was until I saw him in the US movie, The Lawyer which spun off the television series Petrocelli.

Sylvester plays mysterious hitchhiker Jimmy who comes across fashion photographer Carol Blane. She is on her way to a house to talk to Markham who is blackmailing her brother for a bounced cheque. He demands £5000.

At a cafe, Carol who comes across a report of an escaped convict that matches Jimmy's description persuades him to accompany her for £50. Carol asks Jimmy to play the part of a lawyer.

They both engage with Markham and his associates. The house has a butler who likes to listen in through the keyhole. Later that night Markham is found dead. Both Jimmy and Carol are suspects.

This is an unpretentious murder mystery B movie and a rather effective one as well. There is comedy, mystery and plenty of suspects. Sylvester does well in keeping his motives mysterious.

I think the blackmail angle would had worked better, if Carol's brother was being blackmailed for being gay rather than a bounced cheque.

From the theme music I was expecting a comedy but it turned into an above average thriller I thought the 2 leads bounced off each other well and mary germaine held her own as genuine costar but the other men in the house were poorly written.but with the short run time it didn't drag and held my attention throughout.

Despite the menacing title, William Sylvester's first stint as a virile & good-humoured 'B' picture leading man (actually billed second to squirrel-faced Mary Germaine) in this droll A. C. T. Quickie shot at Nettlefold is generally a pretty light-hearted affair, with an annoyingly jaunty score noisily emphasising the fact.

Although set in the usual enormous house, Maurice Elvey's uninspired grouping of his cast as they chatter away (including Denis Shaw as a gentleman's gentleman who makes Parker look like Ronald Colman), the film seems long and cramped, although cameraman Phil Grindrod as usual delivers in the dramatic scenes after dark.

Carol picks up a hitchhiker, and realizes he might be the escaped prisoner they are describing on the radio. She is on her way to meet a blackmailer, who expects a payoff for not ratting out her brother, who has written bad checks under someone else's name. So when someone gets murdered, everyone in the house tries to figure out who-dunnit. And the house is rigged so that no-one can leave and no-one can use the telephone. Quite the mystery. Can the group of people stuck in the house figure it all out before the cops show up? It's pretty good. We don't really get many clues along the way, but it's fun to watch. Directed by maurice elvey. Wikipedia tells us he was around right at the start of silent films, and produced and directed many silents and talkies in england and murrica. Story by allan mackinnon. He had quite a few stories made into film. Imdb lists his death at age 43 in 1955, but wikipedia thinks he died in 1980. Pretty big difference... and that's another mystery right there.