A good murder mystery needs a good detective. Well, not necessarily a detective as mysteries have been solved by police detectives, private detectives, federal agents, spies, newspaper reporters, priests, and little old ladies. But whoever is solving the mysteries must be good. Also interesting.

Interesting detectives in good stories often find themselves in ongoing series, solving murders over and over again. Great ones become iconic and get adapted for decades. Consider Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot. Sometimes a detective will be quite popular for some time and then be forgotten. Lost to time.

The Falcon was a suave English gentleman detective created by Michael Arlen. He was adapted into sixteen films – the first three starred George Sanders as Gay “The Falcon” Lawrence. In the remaining films Gay’s brother Tom (portrayed by George Sanders’s real-life brother Tom Conway) became the star.

All of the films were b-movies (and I’m using the original sense of the word – films designed to be the second half of a double feature) but popular ones.

I searched for the first two films (The Gay Falcon and A Date with the Falcon) but couldn’t find them streaming anywhere. So I settled on this one, the third in the franchise.

It is very loosely based on the Raymond Chandler novel Farewell, My Lovely. Moose Malloy (Ward Bond) a big, dumb, brute escapes from prison and shows up at a swank nightclub looking for his girl, Velma (Helen Gilbert). The club used to be a dump when she worked there and now nobody remembers who Velma is. In his anger Moose barges inside and questions the manager so fiercely he kills him. He forces a man named Goldie (Allen Jenkins) to drive him away.

Goldie just happens to be the Falcon’s right-hand man. Moose lets Goldie go and after he’s questioned by the police and is removed as a potential suspect he and the Falcon go Moose hunting.

The plot takes a lot of twists and turns with a stolen jade neckless, blackmail, and more murder all showing up. A cute reporter (Anne Revere) joins our hereoes to add a romance angle.

I’m a huge Raymond Chandler fan and his story helps the film a lot. Everything else going on makes me wonder if I’d enjoy these films very much at all. I love George Sanders but he’s fairly bland here. The Falcon is much more akin to Nick Charles in the Thin Man Films (svelte, sophisticated, and light-hearted) than Chandler’s hard-boiled, rough-and-tumble Phillip Marlow. I suspect me knowing the source material hindered things a big as the Falcon doesn’t jive with my notions of who the detective should be in this story.

But it goes off well enough. It is very light, and fun. Allen Jenkins is having a blast, and gets all the best lines. It is a perfectly fine Saturday afternoon type movie and worth watching if you like that sort of thing.