Humphrey Bogart murders his wife … or did he? Her things keep showing up where they have no logical reason to be. So, is she alive? Is she a zombie? Is somebody messing with his head? Or is he losing his mind? I went back and forth among these possibilities (not so much the zombie hypothesis), and had sort of settled on the last one, since one of his best friends was Sydney Greenstreet playing a psychiatrist and spouting the sort of twaddle that passed for “science” in movies like this in those days. I won’t tell you which it was. It was handled fairly well, but this is a minor movie in the Bogart canon.