Undemanding entry in the Universal Sherlock Holmes cycle which is fun but betrays evidence that the series is starting to run out of inspiration. In a castle on the remote and rugged Scottish coastline a fellowship of elderly bachelors are being murdered one by one, and their demise foretold by the delivery at dinner of orange pips.
While it's only an hour, the scenario feels stretched. Nigel Bruce as Dr. Watson eases into his end of series imbecility and when he's running amok in a thunderstorm, this might as well be Abbott and Costello Meet Sherlock Holmes. Except Bruce is much funnier. Then Inspector Lestrade (Dennis Hoey) arrives to double up the comic relief.
There is absolutely nothing left of Arthur Conan Doyle's story, The Five Orange Pips. This is more like Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None. Still, no matter, there's all the atmosphere typical of the Universal series with the gothic old dark house and the craggy clifftops and the superstitious locals.
The series survives as it always does: because Basil Rathbone is perfect as Holmes and makes an endearing double act with his old pal; Roy William Neill is an expert B-picture director and continually drives the narrative forward, however illogical; and because Doyle's legendary heroes are immortal.