Angel Street (by Patrick Hamilton; produced by Shepard Traube in association with Alexander H. Cohen) gave Broadway its first real shudders in almost two years. Author Hamilton, who raised audiences' hackles with his Rope's End in 1929, can still summon up goosebumps. No crude spook or corpse melodrama, no bloody bundle of closet horrors, Angel Street, which played in London under the title Gaslight, has the good old English knack of brewing a thriller in a teacup, of making a Victorian parlor more menacing than an opium den, of giving to gaitered footsteps...
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