A really strange entry in an otherwise outstanding thriller series. It's like the filmic concoction was tossed together in a single day, with the writer, the director, and the actress, all confined in separate closets. So, check out how many dangling plot points go unaddressed, how actress Felicia seems blithely lost in another film (a soap opera), and how the director lets it all fall apart in uninvolved fashion. The end result is, I think, like nothing I've seen. Thank goodness for Boris Karloff and his hunchback Igor, both creepy as heck, making the weird concoction almost worth watching.
(In passing - the version I saw was poor filmic quality, fuzzy and sometimes ill-focused. For some reason this is unlike other Suspense entries that I've seen, suggesting that unlike other 1949 entries this one hasn't been restored. Could be that's because of the entry's generally poor story quality that didn't recommend it for revival. On that score, I could understand.
(In passing - the version I saw was poor filmic quality, fuzzy and sometimes ill-focused. For some reason this is unlike other Suspense entries that I've seen, suggesting that unlike other 1949 entries this one hasn't been restored. Could be that's because of the entry's generally poor story quality that didn't recommend it for revival. On that score, I could understand.