The Astrakhan Coat by Pauline Macaulay. No Broadway season would be complete without someone suggesting that what the theater really needs is a good new mystery thriller. Perhaps it does, but The Astrakhan Coat is not very good, only superficially new, and never particularly thrilling. Even avid whodunit fans must be a trifle bored by corpses in trunks, corpses that drop out of closets, and the confetti-like strewing of misleading clues. Coat also contains the customary complement of victims whose impenetrable innocence prevents them from knowing when or how to withdraw from transparently...
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