The Falcon Out West sees Tom Conway's now sidekickless debonair playboy sleuth trying to unravel the death of a very rich and very loud Texan from a rattlesnake bite. Which might just seem like bad luck rather than foul play if he weren't in New York's Flamingo Club whooping it up with his young bride to be, who naturally becomes the cops' favourite suspect and just as naturally has the Falcon dashing to her aid. After a cracking start things set off down a more clichéd furrow once the various suspects all travel to the victim's dude ranch and motives are uncovered and deadly warnings issued amid a garnish of fish out of water clichés before the guilty party is unmasked and the Falcon finds himself accosted by a desperate senorita in the closing minute and off to Havana (though he'd only make it as far as Mexico in the next entry in the series). It's a shame that what started out as one of the most promising in the series couldn't keep up the ingenuity and momentum, but it's still a pleasant enough hour and a bit even if it falls short of a series highlight. The eagle eyed may want to keep an eye out for Lawrence Tierney in a bit part, not as a tough guy but as an orchestra leader in the opening scene.