If there is a will there is going to be disgruntled relatives. As is the case with The Mystery of the 13th Guest. There are multiple versions of this movie, I watched the 1943 version. Our crotchety dearly departed Grandpa Morgan, invites all his relatives to dinner. There he tells them that he’s not long for this world and is entrusting his will to his then eight year old granddaughter Marie. On her 21st birthday she is to return to the house and read the will and thereby receive her reward.
Dutifully she returns on her 21st birthday and does as she is told but instead of a reward she is electrocuted and placed in the same chair she occupied 13 years before. Now her mysterious death needs to be solved before the body count rises. And why can’t anyone remember who was in the 13th chair?
This was actually a pretty intriguing little mystery with a lot more twist and turns than your normal whodunit of the time period. And also never knowing who may be electrocuted next kept you a bit on the edge of your seat. Just goes to show you don’t need a lot of overt violence to make a movie interesting.