Summary
A stone-carved manor, half-swallowed by the Blue Ridge fog, greets two comrades—Page Emlyn, the poet with a flask in his breast pocket, and Jim Calvert, heir to a name that weighs like iron shackles. They arrive expecting whisky-laced laughter and pre-wedding toasts; instead they walk into a drawing-room autopsy of affection where Jim’s betrothed, her eyes already boarding another train, hands back the ring as though it burns. Midnight bruises the sky; a storm gallops in; cliff-side firs thrash like penitents. One scream, a dull thud, and at dawn Jim’s body lies on the rocks below, neck crooked like a broken question mark. Emlyn, trousers soaked in sour rye, remembers nothing—only the taste of iron in his mouth and the echo of his own hilarity ricocheting into blackness. The county sheriff, hungry for tidy endings, nails suspicion to the visitor; a jury of furrowed farmers nods along. The film becomes a fractured memory palace: lantern-lit inquests, flashbulbs of recrimination, the dead man’s overcoat flapping on a hook like a black flag. Each reel peels paint from Victorian propriety, exposing the rot of loyalty, the vertigo of guilt, and the terrifying elasticity of truth when sobriety is the lone missing witness.
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Page Emlyn travels with his friend Jim Calvert to the Calvert family home. It doesn't turn out well: Calvert's fiancée breaks up with him and he later falls off a cliff to his death. His friend Emlyn was with him but was so drunk he doesn't remember anything that happened that night, and before long Emlyn is accused of pushing his friend off the cliff and tried for the murder.
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