Two clerks, Bassett and Wyler, scheme to become millionaires by inventing a new patent medicine. They quarrel and Wyler disappears, leaving behind a formula which he had imagined to be a fizzle but which Bassett discovers, uses and builds upon it a very substantial fortune. But his grapes are sour—he feels he owes at least half his fortune to Wyler. Wyler cannot be found, but his ectoplasm haunts Bassett's conscience. He does his best to salve said conscience, but ineffectively—and then, just at the wrong moment, Wyler reappears. However, do not be alarmed, for all turns out well. And, oh yes, the love interest is there. A some-what doughy comedy, which shows the dangers of killing a perfectly good fictional idea with too much kindness and far too many words. [Time]