Summary
A sun-drenched afternoon of rice-throwing curdles into chaos when a scintillating diamond bracelet evaporates from the gift table at Millicent’s nuptials; whirlpool suspicion instantly drowns every gilded smile. Torchy—part confidante, part mischief imp—spirals through drawing-rooms and servants’ corridors, juggling champagne flutes and alibis while shielding the bride’s recently-paroled brother, Horace, from wagging tongues. Rumor brands him jewel-thief; Torchy rebrands him prison chaplain, stuffing him into borrowed clerical collar and theology-speak thick enough to choke a bishop. The ruse frays when the real detective—sardonic, trench-coat laconic—arrives to sift diamond dust from gossip grit, forcing Torchy into increasingly baroque gymnastics of concealment: dumbwaiter hideouts, swapped place-cards, a forged sermon on penitential love. All the while the bracelet’s absence gnaws at the bridal idyll like a toothache under tulle. In a frantic third-act crescendo Torchy discovers the ice-cold sparkler coiled inside the wedding cake’s sugar-paste roses—misplaced, never stolen—just as Horace’s true identity detonates in public view. Laughter ricochets, champagne corks replicate gunshots, forgiveness is ladled thicker than buttercream, and the couple depart for their honeymoon leaving Torchy crowned accidental cupid of the season.
Synopsis
At the wedding of Torchy's friends, somebody steals - or is believed to have stolen - a diamond bracelet from among the bride's gifts. A detective is employed to find it. The bride's brother, who comes, rumor has it, from the penitentiary, is kept out of the way by Torchy until the time comes for the ceremony. He is hailed by the bride as the chaplain at the prison and Torchy's machinations suffer temporary collapse. The bracelet is discovered at last and all ends merrily.
Director
Cast
