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So the makers of this movie expected viewers, in 1932, to accept that a person could be murdered via gunshot in their penthouse suite, subsequently be dropped over a patio ledge, and the police would actually conclude - without doing any type of serious investigation (no autopsy, for one thing) - that the victim died due to falling off the ledge while drunk? The police would conclude that even though there were three sets of wet footprints, and certainly much water drippage (the murder and its prompt cover-up had all occurred during a rain storm), throughout part of the apartment, and also between the elevator (or possibly a stairwell) and the penthouse's entry point? Likewise would conclude it was a drunken accidental death even though there would certainly be a pool of blood in the apartment (the apartment of a mob boss, may I add) where the victim had bled out? Too - importantly - there's a fatal gunshot hole in the decedent's body! (I guess, regarding that, we're supposed to conclude that the hard impact of the long fall rendered the body too severely broken to be able to learn anything from.) And a swarm of reporters would have actually been allowed into the apartment so soon after? Hmmm.

All the above having been said, I always enjoy this movie and consider it well done and agreeably diverting.