Summary
A velvet-gloved claw swipes through the marble corridors of a metropolitan police palace, spiriting away a diamond-drizzled relic that once graced the collarbones of Habsburg duchesses; while ink-stained clerks catalogue their losses, an urbane phantom known only as “the Face” glides through gaslit tunnels, his profile a gargoyle reflected in puddles of rain and moral compromise. Ramon Mordant—sybaritic maestro of larceny—directs this danse macabre from velvet-curtained saloons, but the true choreography belongs to Clara Hawthorne, a siren in sable who sings contralto deceit to men's ears while secreting a badge beneath her silk chemise. Each flirtation, every sideways glance across absinthe glasses, tightens a latticework of double-crosses: she shadows Mordant, the Face shadows her, and the camera shadows all three through chiaroscuro streets where electric globes flicker like dying consciences. When the necklace finally changes hands inside a fog-cloaked cemetery of broken tombstones, the Face peels away his deformity—revealing Prentice Tiller, august overlord of the Secret Service—transforming the film’s entire moral axis in a single, laconic gesture that feels less like closure and more like the first breath of a darker, more elegant enigma.
Synopsis
Police headquarters has been plagued by a series of robberies, culminating in the theft of a priceless necklace smuggled from Europe. The detectives are on the track of a gang led by master thief Ramon Mordant and his accomplice known as "the Face" because of his twisted and hideous countenance. Among the detectives on the case is undercover agent Clara Hawthorne, masquerading as a mysterious, glamorous woman. The Face and Clara play a cat and mouse game until, while they are both in pursuit of Mordant, the Face secures the necklace and turns it over to Clara, at the same time revealing himself to be Prentice Tiller, chief of the Secret Service.
