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Footsteps in the Fog (Columbia) whips up the classic recipe for a melodramatic potboiler: mix two engaging scoundrels (Stewart Granger and Jean Simmons) with a brace of murders, add a pinch of blackmail, a generous helping of blue London fog, some bilious green Edwardian interiors, the clop-clop of hansom cabs, and allow to simmer for 90 minutes over a gaslight flame...
Topping last week's bestseller list was Mr. Sandman (Cadence), featuring the piping voices of the Chordettes, beginning with chime effects ("bum, bum, bum, bum") and paced by the clip-clop sounds of Archie Bleyer slapping his knees. Sample Mr. Sandman lyric: "Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci, and lots of wavy hair like Liberace." No. 4 bestseller: Teach Me Tonight (Abbott), with the DeCastro Sisters in a twangy, eagerly enunciated request for seduction. The melody is in the contralto, while the other girls warble country-alto above. No. 11 but climbing fast: The Naughty Lady of Shady...
...Lloyd Wrights constructing a row of thatched cottages, they have studied the authentic models down to the last detail. Holmes himself appears on the glossy jacket, dressed in his deerstalker and plaid cloak. Within, a yellow fog haunts as ever the windows of 221-B Baker Street, hansom cabs clop beneath the gas lamps, and Landlady Hudson is forever being swept aside by terrifiec clients. Holmes himself is the same old neurotic-spending most of the day in his mouse-colored dressing gown, brooding over the Times, and indulging his parsimonious habit of filling his after-breakfast pipe with...
...drowning." Wilma, the police reasoned, had gone to Ostia in the gloomy April off-season to bathe her eczema-infected foot in salt water; she had then been caught in a treacherous undertow and carried beyond her depth. Her family buried her-a service with banks of flowers, the clop-clop of horses pulling the black hearse, the family following on foot, weeping. Then her death was forgotten by all but family and friends...
...Quick Look. Next morning the peaceful clop-clop of fiacres on the Boulevard du Quatriëme Zouaves was interrupted by the rumble of trucks filled with Berber troops and the quick march of the blue-black Senegalese riflemen. They were met by a mob of some 10,000 screaming Arabs armed with sticks, stones and anything else that could pierce or bludgeon. Hard-bitten French Commandant Louis Durand three times commanded the mob to halt. As the Arabs continued to surge forward, Durand gave the order; the crack of rifle fire split the air and an estimated 40 Arabs...