It’s the last of the old Hollywood B-movies based on The Shadow, Walter B. Gibson’s masked crime-fighter from radio and pulp magazines, and I’d bet my first born that it started out as a standard detective story script written for a whole other character. Kane Richmond gets just two itty bitty scenes here as The Shadow. He spends the rest of the movie as plain ol’ Lamont Cranston. While the laziest police in movie history seem to take most of the day off, private citizen Cranston pursues, just because he feels like it, the case of a stolen jewel-encrusted 
statue (The Maltese Falc—I mean, “The Missing Lady”) and a few murders committed over it. As with the previous Shadow movie, Cranston’s comic relief wife constantly worries that he’s cheating on her, his bumbling butler provides even MORE and even WORSE comic relief, Police Inspector Cardonna’s blood pressure rises over Cranston’s interference in police investigations, and the whole shebang wraps up in about an hour.