Pretty fair entertainment. Fortunately, it’s been steered clear of over sombreness or becoming too morbid; also hyper-dramatic or bordering on the gangster cycle.
Preface mentions the large percentage of humans who seemingly manage to drop off the face of the earth with great success and little difficulty. Lewis Stone, as the kindly captain heading the Missing Persons Dept., is shown in sundry cross-sections how to properly pursue his duties without working too great a hardship on any of the principals.
When a playboy husband is found in his love nest he suggests not bringing extra heartaches to his family but a pseudo-amnesia disappearance and ultimate discovery instead. When a violin child prodigy of 12 runs away from his concerts and the symphony halls because he has the natural boyhood yen to be a kid and not a genius, the human equation is gotten over.
Against these colorful but rather disjointed details, scenarist Robert Presnell [adapting John H. Ayres and Carol Bird’s story Missing Men] has wisely thrown a main romance theme involving Bette Davis and Pat O’Brien. Just when it threatens to become banal, excellent trouping and some inspired dialoging snap it back into proper gait.