This being Holy Week and Boston being Boston, there is at present only one legitimate theatre in town that is not dark. That is the Copley; which offers the most typical mystery play this reviewer remembers having seen. All the props that one usually connects with a mystery are brought on the stage some time during the evening. Ghosts, bloody knives, numerous pistol shots, screams, moving bookcases, mysterious and sinister hands that reach out from secret panels to clutch the heroine are all displayed one after another, accompanied by the horrified (or was it delighted?) screams of the teminine half of the audience.

The play, entitled, by the way, "The Gray Shadow", take place in England, and has something or other to do with an attempted insurance fraud. Thanks to three or four obviously arch-villains who intermittently sneak about the dark corners of the stage the suspense is kept until the final unveiling of the Gray Shadow at the end of Act Three. Humor is provided by the village constable, and Joe Pepper the Taxi Driver, while Love is rather cursorily introduced by Diana Trent, the Ward of one of the villains, and Martin Scott, an inspector from the insurance company when the rest of the cast is excitedly chasing a man in a gray sheet. In fact this play has a little bit of everything. There is even a trick Ford, which when driven on the stage, proceeds to fall apart piece by piece as the comic driver attempts to keep it running.

"The Gray Shadow" is certainly not for the playgoer who takes his drama seriously, but for the average spectator who is willing to fail into the blood-and-thunder spirit of the thing, this play ought to prove entertaining enough.