So much has been said already about the merits of this little murderer's tourney that there isn't too much we can add by way of criticism, constructive or otherwise.

It remains, as always, a very funny show, a very clever show, and well worth your time and money. Boris Karloff does his usual excellent job of appearing menacing and bewildered by turns, and Jean Adair and Ruth McDevitt are hilariously convincing as Karloff's two aged rivals.

The plot, for the benefit of those who have been in hibernation for the last two years has to do with an escaped criminal, with 12 murders to his credit, and two nice old ladies in Brooklyn, who also lay claim to 12 victims. There's plenty of room for complications here and authors Lindsay and Crouse take almost fiendish advantage of the situation.

About the only major flaw in the show is Miss McDevitt's performance, which, while good by ordinary standards, fails at times to measure up to the truly stratospheric heights attained by the late Laura Hope Crews, who had the role in last year's production.