At one time the suffering queen of the weepies (and occasional sparkling comedies like Trouble in Paradise), Kay Francis co-produced and starred in three items for the Monogram B-factory at the end of her film career. Curiously, the last of these casts her as a faded actress, no longer offered good parts, who finds herself in partnership with an unscrupulous businessman. That slick scoundrel (Paul Cavanagh) moves back and forth between real estate deals and a sordid sideline in a “friendship club,” a lonely-hearts racket that sets up rich suckers for blackmail.
One of these suckers is pushed off a cliffside balcony while Francis is inside making a call, and from there her life goes downhill (as it were) in a heated if none too credible fashion. By coincidence, she gives shelter to an overacting Teala Loring, who’s been embroiled in the “friendship” scam and gotten herself knocked up, although nobody says it out loud. Veda Ann Borg gets the best lines as the sharp, cynical dame in cahoots with the baddie. Robert Shayne plays a reporter who goes undercover as a millionaire sheeprancher in a ten gallon hat.