Summary
A luminous chorine with midnight-blue dreams steps off the glittering proscenium into the cold corridor of marriage; four spins around the sun later, the once-devoted barrister-husband, now drunk on briefs and ambition, leaves her starving for a single glance. One velvet evening, while he’s out of town courting jurists, she drifts into a soirée where champagne laughs like chandeliers and Garrick, a panther in patent leather, circles her loneliness. A scorching flare—perhaps a cigarette, perhaps the truth—sears her arm as she recoils; in the sulfuric hush a revolver lands in her palm like a Judas kiss. The shutter of fate clicks: Garrick bleeds out on Persian silk, Dillon the petty thief is clapped in irons, and the city’s headlines scream “Chorus Girl Killer.” Enter her estranged knight in legal armor, who—through the hieroglyphics of a burn—reads the signature of his own neglect. Courtroom chandeliers tremble as Connie unbuttons her soul, confessing marital rot, yet MacNair, scalpel-sharp, redirects the blade toward Trixie, the dead man’s clandestine lover, unveiling jealousy as the true triggerman. Acquittal rings; the marriage, though cracked, exhales—two silhouettes limping into dawn, unsure whether love is pardon or merely parole.
Synopsis
Connie a chorus girl, meets Robert MacNair an up-and-coming lawyer. Four years into their marriage, though still in love, MacNair neglects Connie. She attends a party while he is away on business, and when the host, Garrick, makes a play for her, she is burned accidentally trying to get away. A thief, hiding nearby, plants a revolver in her hand, and it thus appears that she has shot Garrick, but Dillon, the thief, is arrested. MacNair takes the case and through her burn discovers his wife's involvement. At the trial she confesses her part in the affair, but MacNair provides evidence that Trixie, Garrick's mistress, is the murderer.
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