Under the instruction of Coney Island boardwalk spiritualist Gale Henry, Neil Hamilton learns the racket of the mitt ball and goes into business for himself. He uses Evelyn Brent, so besotted with with him that she'd do anything, as a front, while he expertly ropes in the rubes. Yet is Miss Brent just faking it for his sake, or does she actually speak with the dead?
Hamilton is good in the role intended for Gary Cooper, but Miss Brent, as usual, dominates everything. Louis Gasnier directs decently, but the poor quality of the print I looked at interferes with this obvious message film, which looks like it was intended for more than a programmer.